A Father's Story

The Harlot (Jhayash-R) (1)

The Harlot

The lightning gives wings to the rain clouds.

A cold breeze echoes through the rain droplets.

Along a lonely path, shrouded in dirt

walks alone in silence, a deranged harlot.

Tears of salt or tears of rain;

One can't tell apart what is what.

Puddles of crimson blood and water

form as thorns tear through her pale foot.

A blue moon rises on the horizon,

and the darkness envelopes my helpless harlot.

I know not where her journey leads,

all I wish is that her heart finds peace.