– Ria Chakraborty
Every night I felt tormented,
When she was enjoying the blessed prestige
Nobody nourished my innocence but enjoyed my beauty,
She was cherished because she has a definite identity
I am the night’s moonlight and she is the day’s image,
I am perfume of the royal attire but the sacrifice is always disparage
They mock at me in the morning but at nocturnals their lust be born,
I am their cigarette from dusk to dawn.
Nobody likes to be called by my name,
For I am not a part of the prestigious fame.
Yet they will sleep with me at night,
Smelling my flesh gives them delight!
They respect her because of social recognition as wife,
But my carnal sensuality add spice to their life,
I had always been rancorous and never received a tribute,
But out of all the resentment I want to boldly say that
‘I am not a born Prostitute’!
