Eyes seduce, smile procreates
foot steps echo, solitude reverberates
an Aryan-tribal offspring, I am the queen
speak truth, spread wings
the magic spell outsmarts.
Mad lust, unusual heat
men powerful, empire built by sleaze
drawn like moths to a flame
my HIV hides beneath
the present only rules.
More outlets, positioned, packed and branded
teenage, item girl, blue blood
fragrance and colour,
knitted and preserved
all in one; new products in demand
I change role, livelihood restored
Now and then,
rescue and rehab naïve damsels
a self content, sin expiates
adapt to people speak, act, think different
dress the window
cope with the surge silent
this world, complex and strange.
The infections escalate
children look for the father
I craft the nest, birds desert
the words of care, security lifelong
I haunt for days bygone
I get swayed
the body and beauty disposed
heart looks to spark off
the past haunts, future kills
drugs invigorate
I go to bed.
(This is the story of Mrs.Anita (name changed) a 24 year old sex worker at Korba, Chhattisgarh ( India ). She is having two children and is HIV positive).
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