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.
