Pains of The Night

story of a mother, a prositute

PAINS OF THE NIGHT

 

Sometimes you have to bear some pain for others smile,

Sometimes you really have to forego what’s wrong and what’s right,

Sometimes what hurts you are the reason for others pleasure and smile,

Sometimes what gives you a smile is nothing but your own pains and your own lies.

 

Being a prostitute is not an easy job,

Every night you have a new face to please, and new wishes to admire,

You have to make them love you with your fake expressions,

You have to make them smile by bearing the pains on your skin,

Your pains of night only bring you some money, but a pain that’s not different but same.

 

It hurts when someone touches you and calls you a w***e,

It feels bad, it makes me cry, but how can I deny, that is what I am after all,

You lose your name; you lose your soul,

Only thing that remains with you is your own tears, which no one can hold.

 

Every night I think of quitting this sin,

Every night I make myself stronger, to fight against it,

But by the sun rise, everything changes,

Faces of my kids make me weak,

And I, a mother, start preparing myself again for another night of this sin.

 

Yes, I do miss being a mother to my kids,

I do miss their touch, I miss being with them when they smile or cry,

I miss their voice when every voice around me is calling me to come inside,

Every morning they open their eyes only to see their mother crying,

Their eyes keep asking me why mom, why you have to leave us every night,

I can’t answer them; I can’t look into those tears, it’s hard to answer their innocent souls,

Yes, I do bear this pain of night thinking it’s the only way to keep my kids alive,

But what’s going inside of their eyes is not making me smile.

 

I know I am committing a sin, not by selling my body, but by missing my kids,

When I will die, I know even God will forgive me; he will still call me his kid,

But will I be able to forgive myself, that’s what making this air hard to breath,

We all hope to live a better life, a life that even God call is a ‘GIFT’,

But I couldn't live mine; I hope my kids will see a better side,

Night will change, so will the persons of my night,

Someday even my kids will forget where I was on all these nights,

But what will remain is pain, a pain that’s going to live with my heart and life.

 

Raj

Reviews

[Al R. Arce]

This piece is difficult for me to evaluate. Specially within the confines of the contest. It feels as a monologue, which is OK. There is plenty of emotion however I personally feel it is too textual. Perhaps if you didn't disclose that fact she is a prostitute and leave it to the reader! The thing with poetry is that you do not have to fill in the blanks for the reader. I feel the best poetry is that which allows the reader to complete the story, or that which surprises the reader with creative imagery or excellent cadence. Thank you for submitting your poem and by all means keep on writing!

[raj24]

Thanks for reading it and giving your wonderful feedback, in future I will certainly keep all these things in mind. Above all I am really sorry for such late reply. Thanks again.

Raj

[¿]

Many times a prostitute bears the mocks and abuses from the "developed" society.....no matter how hard it pricks ker heart.....now I can't even find an apt condolence for a prostitute and to her pain...tis that difficult to know her situations better....
Indeed not every prostitute has got the same motive behind her doin' such deeds....but the one who's suffering is suffering the most ever! She's a prostitute and also a mother....but her love may fail when the developed society gets tired of abusing her and targets next at her child...
This is really brave of you to write it...Thanks for sharing.... :)

[raj24]

You really surprised me with this one, again an old write up, my college days, a newspaper story fascinated me to come up with this. Its a different part of society, where many stories like this comes up every now and then. I am really glad you liked it and I am really smiling :) Its amazing how you maintain your busy schedule. Thanks again for reading and giving such a wonderful review.

Raj

[¿]

That's so kind of you....Indeed I liked it! You're heartedly welcome.... :)

[raj24]

THANKS AGAIN :)

[Sindu]

I do not comprehend how to review this. It's raw pain and need.
Need to support their kin. A different light.

[raj24]

I am really sorry, really sorry for being so late to reply you back. Don't know where I was, really a big thanks to you for reading this and for such wonderful feedback. Thanks

Raj

[piyaB]

a very touchy poem, and to one's utter shock, a true one. this is the daily life of a prostitute who is a victim of situations. but most of the people do underestimate them, hate them & don't try to consider them as a part of this society. but in the dark nights, they themselves go to these ladies to fulfil their lust & boredom. hats off to u man!! thanks for understanding the pain of them & sharing it in a beautiful way. carry on...

[raj24]

Thanks Piya... its the picture of society.. how it actually works for its own advantage.. we cant take away someone's pain but yes we certainly can make it bit light through our kind words..thanks for reading it :)

Raj

[Naina]

good one...... its really difficult for a girl or a women to do this... in this a mother has to do all this for her childrens thats very unfortunate... willingly or unwillingly she has to do this but its good that she fights her emotions.... well, you had written it very decently thats very nice...

[raj24]

i am glad u liked it Naina..just tried my best to get all the emotions right..thanks for reading it..:)

Raj

[Naina]

your most welcome... keep writing..

[Gurleen Saluja]

lovely write.. filled with ample emotions.. beautifully pictured and worded.. Thanks for sharing :)

[raj24]

thanks Gurleen...i am glad you liked it.thanks for the read..:)

Raj

[Gurleen Saluja]

You're welcome :)

[Ashira Macy]

You are a bit of an anomaly my friend. You write from a woman's point of view very often, and in such a way that one feels it really is a woman speaking from her soul. I think it is absolutely amazing that you empathize with women in this way, if more people could be as open as you are there would be a lot less sexism. This poem was tragic and touching, a woman who feels she has no other choice but to sell her body so that she can support her children. You expressed her emotions and conflict very well. Great work!

[raj24]

I am glad you felt that way Ashira....actually i just want to show that there is another side of society..woman portrays the beauty of nature..they are special and they give this world something that no man can give..life..i stand for them through my words n try to show how beautiful even their pain is..which has lots of love and sacrifice..man play their own part but i simply adore a woman more than him..thanks for reading..:)

Raj

[Ashira Macy]

Well I think that is a wonderful stance to have, and I want to thank you for being such an open minded person.

[AprilRN1210]

The sacrifices that we make for the ones we love are as deep and as wide as the place that they hold in our heart.. You would go to the ends of the earth if needed.. What you have to do to survive sometimes feels as if surviving isn't worth it... but you know that what you are doing has a purpose, a meaning, you are helping others, your pain, your struggle is for the better of others even if it means that you lose them.. even if it means that you have to do without.. very powerful, meaningful write.. nicely done.

[raj24]

Thanks April...we all have to sacrifice something..but mostly for our own causes..sacrificing something for others brings lot more joy..for a mother every act for her kids is neither a sacrifice nor a sin..i feel its her love n she do it all with smile..thanks for such a wonderful review..:)

Raj

[AprilRN1210]

you're welcome sir..

[Sami Khalil]

It is a survival of the fittest world which is not right any way. Some women chose that profession out of necessity and some were forced into it. In any way, the pain is the great price and the suffering is horrible...Excellent, sir...:)...............

[raj24]

i am glad Sami u liked it..pain is the price of everything..sometimes we take it with smile n sometimes with tears..thanks for the read..:)

Raj

[Sami Khalil]

Yep. You are welcome...:)......................

[Dandelion]

You are a great writer and I really enjoyed reading this heartbreaking story of this woman.

[raj24]

i m not great..just trying to put human emotions in words..m glad u liked it Dandelion...thanks for reading..:)

Raj

[Dandelion]

You are welcome! And please, don't stop writing because you have talent for this.