End of dreams

Brothels, the hell for a woman
A huge country, thickly populated with woman alone
Visitors may be clients or pimps, sometimes their own husband and son
Not to express love and save her
But to take away the earnings of her life.

Brothels like a labyrinth's cave

Confused paths, not empty and silent
On either side you see many faces dipped in cosmetics
Hear the laughter and cries from the inside of walls
To expand like a balloon she takes steroids,
That causes health problems like skin rashes and headaches,
Burst out finally. when touched with a pointed nail.


Some are purposefully dumped for money.
Like the Titanic that sank years back, after hitting an ice berg
They are to sink deep in the sea.
Some have chosen the wrong path in their life
That dropped them in this hell,
Burning in fire and full of leeches.
Body left without flesh and blood, teared off by the scavengers
And finally. turned into ashes leaving behind the skeleton.


Before reaching the here, she had dreams
To play around with her friends in fields and streets, chat with them,
Interested in books and games

To live happily with her family and love them all.
But here , the lives are like flowers
Fresh and sweet at the time of blossom
As days pass the wind carry away the fragrance, nectar by the honey bees
Flower withers , and new season blossoms.
It goes on and on.......

The social animal, Man stand still like a picture
Silently watching the destruction of thousand lives
Money power killed the human minds,
Kindness, love and care became endangered.