The Prostitute

The woman is standing at the corner of a quite a busy street, Some people are looking at her with hatred and many with a greed. She has today forgotten to see her own nice dream, But still need to keep on her face a silly grin. The civil society has completely driven her out, But she need to satisfy civil men without being able to shout. Nobody is there to understand how for herself she feel, As all her inner pain in her heart she has to conceal. No man want her mother, daughter or sister to be like her, But still a man is only going to her with a loose character. If a man after having her can still live with the honour, Is it right for us to treat her with dishonour? Rather than pushing her out we must help her to rehabilitate, So that she can also live in this world with some respect.