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

[Prabha Salimath]

The sarcastic words on the society's ill bahaviour... the way you explained love of mother for her kids is valuable & excellent....
No one can do that but mother..
No woman chooses prostitution but situations forces her to do that.....

[raj24]

i really appreciate your view on this..no ones chooses such profession..its society that forces them...thanks for reading it..:)

Raj

[Prabha Salimath]

You're welcome.....

[Prabha Salimath]

You're welcome.....

[Sophy Freebirds]

According to Darwinisn the one who can blend into the environment- survives.I liked the rhetorical question- will i be able to forgive myself??" It enhances the emphasis on the theme.'it is the pain that will never go with the wounds,the scars of the soul will be forever a burden'.Here the woman speaks as a mother.Her fate has driven her helpless.As a feminist your this piece spoke to me. ;)

~Sophy

[raj24]

i just wanted to write a mothers questions to herself...she is in a profession which world dont see with noble eyes..her kids fight through it everyday..but she has her reasons to justify her life..m glad u liked it..thanks for reading..:)

Raj

[Sophy Freebirds]

And i am glad she fights it with all her might rather than succumbing to it in your poem.De nada :)

[Wall Hermitt]

As a poet you do know how to touch the souls of your readers. “Sometimes what gives you a smile is nothing but your own pains and your own lies”. I find this phrase especially touching as it highlights that consciousness of self-sacrifice – a sacrifice that brings joy upon loved ones. Their happiness means yours regardless of the methods of your strife. I cannot say in honesty that I can feel her affliction, but I can confess that my empathy travels as deep as any other. Nobody, in this imperfect world, should be too quick to judge a man or woman without knowledge of their motives. This is sad, very, and written with talent.

Thanks for sharing.

W.H.

[raj24]

Thanks Hermitt, i really wait for your reviews, yes its hard to figure what all a mothers goes through and judging someone without knowing much is very harsh on them...Thanks for reading it..

Raj

[Summer Rose]

This is very deep, and even more touching. A mother's love for her children is unlike any other and you captured that perfectly. It was like the mother herself wrote this. It's amazing

[raj24]

Thanks Summer...i m glad u liked it..its just to tell how difficult it for a mother n its even more painful when u r living such a life...thanks for reading it..:)

[Norah]

This poem demonstrates to us how much a mother suffers for the sake of her children; in this poem she is willing to sell her body for them. Wow, you just proved that you are a poetic genius.Usually, i don't feel any sympathy for prostitutes, but this poem makes me appreciate the mother no matter what. Great job..keep it up my friend :)

[raj24]

all this while i was wondering whether or not people will like this idea, your words relieved me...thanks for liking it..thanks :)