The owlets squeaked to announce the night,
As she prepared for her nocturnal plight.
She masked her sorrow by her scent,
An powdered the agony she underwent.
Lupine glances confirmed his lust,
She charmed him with her seductive bust.
He snatched her arm and pulled her close,
The dim night followed its "normal" course.
She led him though the dingy corridor,
He pushed her hard and shut the door.
The screams were musty her guilt was stale;
For her this was her regular tale.
With a drunken flick, he unzipped.
Her fear spoke, she sat tightlipped.
The next long hour he has his way,
Once done, he rushed away.
She laid there like a lifeless cadaver,
As she sold off her soul forever.
Deep inside she cursed what she chose,
But selfish life offered no repose.
She left her village for her marriage,
But her love-lorn groom led her to savage.
He venomized her veins with timeless agony,
Stroke her deep, his guided felony.
She crippled and cried in the dark,
Where drunkards linger and street dogs bark.
Her pimp noticed and banged her head,
Then taught her manners on the bed.
For days and months she followed on,
Their Procrustean rules and Sadist canon.
But with every man she entertained,
Her soul bled and conscience drained.
She dreamt of serenity and walking free,
Averted her life as a sex devotee.
Kneeling down she folded to pray,
That she could be free oneday.
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Poetree
PoetryA compilation of poems on issues like human trafficking, war , racism etc. written by Shuvam Roy. I hope you read and enjoy it, please give it a try. :)
