I a prostitute
-Sambidhan Acharya


I was touched, raped and tortured many times,
Don't please, don't touch me,

I am not a human now
Now am dead machine
Machine which feels when money is fed
So, I tell please don't touch me,

I feel patting paws and hunting eyes hunting for me,
I feel all the eagle eyes hunting for my private parts,
Why a man is scavenger?
Why are they so hungry for flesh, I wonder?

My husband whom I thought would keep me
Sold me here in the bazaar of flesh eaters,
Now I see all the men the incarnation of devil,
All the women, the slave of these flesh eaters,

When anyone touches me with love nowadays,
I feel his hands are of lust,
When I am today rescued feel the person wants my blood
I want to finish all of those who try to eat us,

Please don't touch me I tell him although he is rescuer,
I am turned to a money feeder stone I tell him when he asks me for why?

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