A Woman With Numerous Names

You are a woman, with numerous names – Whore, Harlot, Courtesan, Street Walker, Concubine, Lady of the night, Prostitute, a sex worker??? Bird of prey - eyed by predator pimps, numerous numb nights spent in bleak brothels, flocked like cattle in filthy sheds, Time-etched face - worn-out profane beauty concealed in mask of makeup lures lewd customers to satiate their lusty appetite in the jungle of devouring groins. Whirr of rickety wall-fan drowns in cacophony of coughing customers caricature of intercourse doodled on cracked walls painted with betel-nut spatter stains… Blemished ruffled bed and stink of semen-soiled sheets mingles with fumes of cheap liquor and whiff of stale cigarette stubs. Your wasted life – a snapshot of soiled images, a tarnished tapestry - smeared and smudged with sexually transmitted diseases. sheds tears of anger, hurt and deceit for the relics of dreams of a dignified life… I would rather call you - Mother of manifold miseries Sister of silent sufferings Daughter of decaying despair Wife of worldly woes! Yes, you are still to me - a woman with numerous names and weeping eyes…