She is a mother, <br />She has loves, <br />She has dreams, <br />She is creative, <br />She is beautiful, <br />But above all to us, <br />She is a prostitute. <br /> <br />You hate her, <br />You scold her, <br />You leave her, <br />In the dark world, <br />You say her worse life, <br />To your all now, <br />She is a prostitute. <br /> <br />Can you answer me, <br />Why such identity of her? <br />Why she is so hated? <br />Who made her so? <br />The god or you? <br />Isn't it your nasty lust? <br />Isn't it your ugly greed? <br />Isn't it You man, <br />Who left her helpless? <br />Isn't it you man, <br />Who thrown her in darkness? <br />Isn't it you man, <br />Who pulled her to hell? <br />Isn't it you man, <br />For whom she is a prostitute? <br /> <br />Hey god, I confess, <br />On behalf of these cowards, <br />I confess my sin to make her so. <br />Judge yourself man, <br />Who suits in that burning hell? <br />Isn't that me, you, us, the lusty man? <br />Or that lady, who was born innocent? <br />But now to all of these society, <br />She is a prostitute.....<br /><br />kafil uddin raihan.<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-prostitute-2/
