Collection Of Poems

Harlot's dress

They were smiling,
But she was dying;
In the world of prejudice,
We will never knew justice;
I am wearing Harlot's dress,
Does it mean I am as mess?
Why do they gossip?
Can't just they accept?
Trying to make things bright,
Only I never get to see a light;
Question spinning in my mind,
Are we destined to be blind?
Itself the story repeated-
How Harlot's dress been branded;