Its about a helpless girl who fell prey to greed of someone.


When mighty rays
bid adieu
from the distant horizon
to receive reception from others.
Reluctantly I enter at one's toilet
to prepare myself
for the hunting
and to live in incognito.

Equipping myself
with best attires,
make-ups and sensual lips
showing stimulating hips
I go to concrete jungle
butchering my true being
just to be a prey
of some rich bellies.

Every kinds.
Dark, fair,
stony, lean,
chubby and wrinkled
pounce on
my carcass
to quench their hunger.

The warmth and essence
of my body
that I inherited
from my beloved mother
have been blurred
warming uncountable icy beds
of cheap motels.

They cal themselves a good father
but daughters of others, they slaughter.
I am of their daughters' age
but have to endure their lustful gaze.

Happiness and sorrows they share
and in vain, I ask Him, is it fair?
Those, who for some filthy reason
dumped me in an ocean
where there is no shore.
These days, they call me a whore

Poetry by Wangdi Gyalpo
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Written on 2006-11-20 at 05:56

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