the innocent heartA Poem by Ankur SharmaAs a child I believed the world where every one is happy but as my understanding grew I saw one thing for me there can not be badder thing then this that is Human trafficking for prostitution.
Standing in the middle of voices
In front of lots of walking and looking eyes Making me frightened from inside Waiting for someone who would stand beside Just watching the hungry and cruel wolf around me But nowhere to go beyond the bloody sea I too had story of love and compassion Ends at my soul assassination My world fall down When I was found in the red town Standing at the middle of stage And in front of lots of hands Just to grab the innocence of me I am a piece going to be sold Waiting for someone to be bold But It was the lusty devil gonna me hold And I was there lying on the floor just with null feeling and abhor Shattered thought making me grey I was a body in the social prey Again I am standing in the middle of voices With The lost of faith and hopes No one will be there to be bold and stand beside me Crying on me believed the world alike my dream My body is not mine any more But my heart is innocent and pure I have a luck enriching destitute Now I am a girl to be called prostitute... © 2013 Ankur SharmaFeatured Review
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