At Night 12 o'clock the car slow down's at the street,
The Car's window come's down for the perverts greed.
Looking here and there he whistle's at her,
He bargains at 300 without saying anything further.
Red light area has seen many realities everyday,
Which this movies and poems can't
portray.
Everyday Thousands of bodies are sold here for living,
Human Trafficking is another reason for the woman's suffering.
"SLUT","WHORE", the society calls her,
Society doesn't know the reality of her,
Being a single parent she has to feed her children's everyday,
For which society doesn't give a helping hand anyway,
Selling her body becomes her only way.
With the cramps in the stomach she starts her day,
Bearing the pain with a smile she sends her children to school everyday,
But the reality becomes worse again at night,
When she sells her body for her plight.
[ Inhe kabristan me koi kya jalayegha,
Inke andaar Roz kabristan jaltein hai ]
--- Khushal Shekhawat
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