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.