With torn clothes on.
Red lipstick and liner
They paint their faces not just to hide their face,but to hide the realities of life.
Life offers life
They have no weapon to fight
But a body for sale to male.
Burried their Courage to fight
Coz! they have seen horrible sight.
What they think themselves, a masterpiece
A Masterpiece of beautiful sketch
Which is hung and portrayed
Not to love nor to kiss
But to later proclaim as a bitch.
Pity her , pity all
For i know a girl
Who sold her soul at ten
Who doesnt know what red colour is?
Is it a nature or a gift of monster???
She now knows every man not by name but by face.
She knows no calculation but has book of equation
She knows no brands but knows ten thousand perfumes.
It goes on…..
She now grown up,
She donates her bed to add a bread
Not to her appetite but for her family.
People see her naked in close doors
She wears no clothes but wears shame
She speaks no words but sings dead-songs.