I am a Prostitute, Sir!!

When my door is been knocked
Food cooks over my prestige's stove
For you its business's dirty food
But in night my daughter doesn't sleep empty stomach
I am a Prostitute, Sir!
Food is overpriced than my pride!

Every morning my body broke up with pain
His hand through my breast squeezes my heart
For you its necessary pain
But in morning my daughter goes to school
I am a Prostitute, Sir!
Today's pain is bearable against her future!

Everyday i put darkness on my face

Dreams dress up on bed in the face of money

For you they are pieces of my soul

But my daughter fills colour in her book with it

I am a Prostitute, Sir!

Her happiness is expensive than my body!

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Old Man's Branch

It was just a wooden branch For him his walking stick His only support when world left him His last happiness. It was a just a wooden branch For him his reminder of the world His only reason to exist His last smile. It was just a wooden branch For him his precious gift from stranger His only sensation he can feel His last hope.

What have i done Wrong?

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Won't be Forgotten

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