Tuesday, August 3, 2010

The Prostitute

Like every night.the red light burns
For her body,every soul entering yearns
At her beauty every visitor drools
The place illegally devoid of any rules

She knows this grave danger of a disease
But maybe this is the way she can earn with ease
Wonder I,sometimes if anyone there feels her pain
Everyone loaded with Benjamins,with pleasure in mind to gain

With no sense of emotion or feeling she opens her legs
She knows its wrong albeit she can earn more than someone who begs
Night after night the visitors change
A place so bright but in darkness does it range

At times i wonder what is hidden beneath all the fakeness
Unsurmountable must be her hurt knowing she is in such a mess
I wish i could free her all this
Take her far,far away,so her past she would never miss

Like every night,the red light burns
For her body,every soul entering yearns.

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