A Trafficked Girl Sighs

Silence would break into scream
Like a calm morn pierced with
Flight of cackling geese;
The love preserved for beau,
Amidst fantasies of bliss,
Thirsty demons would pollute– with
Filthy lust, accumulated on tongues lewd;
And no man of repute would ever smell
The touched bloom!
The clean bed is no more than sludge
A virgin’s modesty would sink in;
Flies would swarm around, stray pigs rollick–
Satiated lot would leave, throwing pittances
A day would come when price of her flesh
She would negotiate,
Feeding with priority the wealthier wolves;
All shame, all fear would finally depart—
An inevitable reconciliation to fate!

A Trafficked Girl Sighs

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