The Girl In The
Gray Street

When
the overloaded emotion poured out of my heart...
When I
felt its way too harder for life...
When
my need was to be lost in the crowd…
But they said I am out of the box, but what for...
They
are the society and I am the streetwalker.
Then
boundary of my patient broke n I busted out...
Yes I am
the girl in the gray street,
I am the lady with an extra whims n charm...
I am
the lady with unclean soul, no virgin body and a dark frame.
They
think my feelings and emotion are just a lust...
My heart
is nothing and body, it’s just some cost...
My
weepy breaths and tearful eyes are hidden behind my glamour
My sorrow
and pain disappears with my jest, I have made my heart a crust...
But now
the crust has broken and it pains, my tolerance has become insane.
To wash
out my impure soul I need some drop of rain…
I want
to be the same innocent girl all over again…
Yes I am
the unfair creature of your society,
But I
am the same human created by the almighty…
You call
me and then name me Call girl, Prostitute and Whore,
You can
call me the Hustler but I call me The Woman…
The Mother…
The Ruler…






