When the blackout strikes the city,
And the flickering street lights dance,
Sam’s mother leaves the house with all her guts in her hands.
She sprints so faster so as to leave her shadow behind,
And with a stone on her heart,
She enters in the world of repugnance and dark.
Yes, she is a prostitute and you know how this world treats them, right?
But what to do bloody survival comes with a price.
She burns her soul, abandons her happiness every-day and every-night,
By letting the gamblers, attack on her Godly empire for the sake of few dimes.
Hostaged by the hell and the evils of our world,
With all her painful screams, buried in the pillows,
Our golden bird weeps in anger in the light of the dazzling moon and the twinkling stars,
Because her eyes, her body hates the dark.
When Sam asks her, what does she do for a living?
She dilutes the topic or sometimes even bluff,
And our vulnerable tigress sometimes even loses her strength, her roar!
Wrecked eye liner and her eyes welled up,
Demands some respect in the eyes of this ferocious world,
But all what she receives is hatred and the helpless cruel words,
But luckily the sun never fails to shower its sunshine onto her!
How shameful it is that her purity is defined by her job, her profession,
Few dimes can both bring and take away this game of acceptance!
Good or bad who are we to decide?
Can’t we just stick to our knitting and leave everything aside?
But things take time to change, she knows very well,
So, she wipes off her tears and wears the make up on…
The tigress put sam again for sleep and as the dark hit the town,
She again leaves…
Copyright © ABHISHEK ARORA | Year Posted 2018