The Red LipstickA Poem by Sneha Wassan
Another hard day of rush at night,
My boss alarmed me to speed up and get ready within time! A stock of people waiting outside for the best to be picked, Toilsome it was, but, i was a part of it. Picturesque ladies all around, wearing their best,whether being sarees, skirts or gowns! So how could i give away my victory of getting chosen tonight? Ofcourse, to me, i was the best one in the line! Pretty face with dark kajal under the eye! My red radiant lips were all, could make anyone fall! I was witty, sensuous and bold, Surely it was my time to get sold! This world of mine is a harsh reality of life! Who said i wanted this? I've tried of escaping a zillion number of times. But how can i forget? This is all i have! And the Bed is my 'Bread' He came inside the room, like a newly wedded groom. Touched every breath of mine, it was his time of a candy ride. I had to presentable with flirting eyes! Eventually, i was just 18 and he was a man of 59! He took me away in every possible way, lust is it was! Afterall, i was appointed to be this way! Dawn came over with a komorebi,he went away satisfied! The canvas continues every night... My body is made to be sold, this is all what my journey holds! Death is what i hate, And life, is what irritates! My scars unite every time , crying soul but a perennially pleasant smile! My story of life goes on this way! Hey Folks ! Don't you forget! I'm a Prostitute anyway! ©snehawassan © 2018 Sneha WassanReviews
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2 Reviews Added on July 5, 2018 Last Updated on July 5, 2018 AuthorSneha WassanJabalpur, Madhya Pradesh, IndiaAbout"She was a warrior in the world! Which was still learning to pick up a sword!" @snehawassan more..Writing
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