She... By Tapas Mohanty

She stood there alone ,on the lonely street,
The chill bit her hard, but her cold feet,
Dead as a corpse, she waited in the dark,
Wilted she waited, like a dying spark,

Just a piece of flesh and that's what they need,
Just a "need" I am, on which they always feed,
They don't feel a thing, they can't see my scars,
Just a "thing" I am ,sold in the bazaars,

I don't curse my fate, I don't cry a tear,
Never do I regret coz I know my life won't steer,
Yes! I slander at times, about a thing or two,
Why did He give me life and why do I love it too,

I don't pray for a hero, who would hold my hand,
I never prayed for a fairy with her magic wand,
All I need is a day, where I could "live" for a while
A day in my days, that would make me smile,

A stranger of a man ,who'll love me with his eyes,
The sweetest of truths, that could kill the holy lies...
The tunes hummed deeper , as she laid on the bed,
The night wanted tears but she laughed instead,

Her dreams were mauled, her hopes were raped,
Her heart laid still, her shivers coldly draped,
Just a piece of flesh, just a "thing" she was,
Just a sorry truth, in their gory claws.