The city was sleeping, in the cold cold night,
Everyone but her, out in the street with no shelter.
Even no clothing, and worries to warm the night,
She was colder than November.
She was determined to no more whoring,
She forgot she was not among those who could decide,
She could hear the street dogs snoring,
It's the awake ones that she should beware.
Deprived is not that girl who got rejected by a university or guy, deprived is that girl who didn't get the right to choose not to whore anymore, deprived is that girl who got violated by slum dogs; deprived: the slum girl who had to sell love to buy bread, and deprived that girl who whined for a loin cloth...
Chaahat
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The Darkest Shade Of Black
PoetryAbout that shade of black that's darker, deeper and stronger. About a black so mean that it scared death away. About the blackness in my heart that seeks to all the bright. About a black so overpowering that it degrades all smiles. About T...
