The Girl In The Gray Street

The Girl In The Gray Street

 When that drop of water rolled through my unshed eyes...

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…