She laid those eyes on mine.

I could feel her gaze as empty as a barren land,

in which I could sense the longing for the utmost unreal.

She has that soft subtle curve of smile,

convincing enough to conceal the pain of her ruination.

Yes! She is a whore from the notorious street,

selling her body but her mind yet to defeat.

 

At the depth of her heart, she is still the little girl from her once glorious past,

where her body was more than a delish carcass for the vultures.

Her body swayed in the wind like the beautiful lily of the wild;

Chasing the colors of her dreams, she was once that innocent little child.

Little did she know that one day she would be engulfed by a storm so dark.

 

Today, the demons consume her satiating their hunger of lust;

Frail and Feeble, who try to prove their manhood with a forceful thrust.

But least are they aware that they can barely torment her virgin heart

and her free mind which still hopes for a new better start.

 

She continues to smile, smile with a free mind,

Mocking at the bogus society

Trading her flesh keeping her soul untouched.

 

Postlude by Poet: This woman, in a neon green saree, that I met in one of the brothels of G.B. Road in Delhi inspired me to write this piece. Her free, indomitable spirit awed me to an extent that I decided to portray her in my lyrics. I sat beside her, a little awkward and a little anxious, then asked her about her life. I listened, she started with her tale; I asked, she answered; I jittered, she laid calm; I cried, she just passed me a smile.