The Bar Dancer
...I'm not a sinner; by bar-dancing I earn my living,
Pennies of my labor I gather, to God, thanksgiving;
Cloths meager; body a leafless bloom; yet, I have morals,
In feeding the stomachs wait for me...
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Categories:
old delhi, irony, life, suicide, woman,
Form: Rhyme
Old Delhi
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a mass of wires criss-crossed the sky
and hung across the road
as car horns - stuck on 'play repeat'
blared out where tourists strode.
there were happy, smiling faces
advertising private car...
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Categories:
old delhi, holiday, poverty, social, travel,
Form: Rhyme