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Characterless Poems

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PMPoem TitlePoetFormFormCategories  
What vs Why Somya Kedia Prose Poetry Prose Poetry characterless, conflict, evil, hope, inspiration,
A poet and simply nothing more Dill Dennison Lyric Lyric characterless, deep, how i feel,
THE JOB OF PRIDE MADHUPRIYA SHANMUGAM I do not know? I do not know? characterless, anxiety, cry, dark, depression,
Be sweet and young Mohammad Abedin Light Verse Light Verse characterless, spring, winter,
Needs or Character Pinaki Ranjan Mukherjee Free verse Free verse characterless, imagination, introspection, life,

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From devadasi  in temples to women of the streets,
Form hooker to harlot,
From courtesan to call girl,
Whether a paramour in the hands of wealth,
Or a Whore engaging in promiscuous sexual intercourse, 
So many names and so many fames,
Above all I am a human being too,
Often referred as  the lady of the evenings,
People forget that I also have mornings,
I use my body for lewd purposes,
But this is my job may be the worst of all,
This is not for pleasure, greed or money,
I am trapped to this vicious world,
These callous men turned me a used good,
Now whom to be blamed?
This society calls me ‘Characterless’ 
Because I pledged my dignity for this profession,
May be the oldest of all,
I  never dreamt of marriage,
I am an impoverished cultural outcast,
I am excommunicated,
I work in darkness,
And that’s why people fail to see me in light,   
But Menaka, Rambha, Urvashi, and Thilothamma,
The celestial demigods – who are they?
Indian mythology says this as high-class prostitution?
This is the harsh reality,
I spare myself for making you elated 
But you brand me the “curse of this society “
I never look at my mirror with joy
My own reflection titters at me
I see only destation and revulsion around me,
I scream in agony and excruciation
But for people they are pleasure sounds and sex noises,
I have dissolved my high spirits in the ocean of  Hedone 
Where my conventionality and morality have gone invisible,
Now I stand before this society as a misanthropist,
An elite lady – who changes her boy friend every now and then,
I love my John just for few minutes,
I eventually break up for the next John to stay,
When I walk down the streets I never look up,
For the eyes of women fend off,
For the eyes of men fond off,
They rate me based on complexion,
Being a black seducer I am paid low
But none discovered my hearts white glow,
From a lad to a gray man,
All try to touch my skin, 
But none so far have tried to touch my soul
For them I am a doll – without feelings or pain,
But for me no pain no gain,
I can never change this world,
Or the way they treat me,
Likewise I can never change myself,
Or the way I treat my men.
I am searching my bright future in the night,
And I call this my nocturnal life.


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