A courtesan.

Intoxicating smoke,

And glittering lights,

A beauty dances,

And they stare her with shameless eyes.

Her reluctant moves,

Her selfless soul,

Her empty face,

What a miserable life; they unfold.

Look, how her feet dance and sway,

Crushing beneath them her dignity,

Look, how her eyes speaks the words she won’t say,

Telling the tale of her life; fallen prey to masculinity.

P.S. We look down upon those women who are a part of prostitution but, we do not want to fix the conditions which compel them to resort to such an evil act. 

An ode to a Beauty.

Mesmerizing eyes; look how they gaze,

Every time they send me, 

To an inescapable maze.

Charming cheeks; look how they glow, 

Thou art the gifted one, 

Of the beauty He rarely bestow.

Beautiful lips; look how they tantalize,

Holding many sweet words, 

O'beauty, please vocalise. 

Look at those ears; embellished with pearls, 

O'beauty, listen to my melody, 

Let me make you twirl.

Look at that face; outdoing the moon,

For its single glimpse,

I will walk a thousand miles, 

When ever it will wear a smile. . 

What ever you do is not enough!

A conversation between hearts.