March 23, 2005
Maternity
by Ruchit Kaplish
Debbie, a pub star
relieving the men from the war
dancing and swinging like a whale
smiling around like a princess in a fairytale
but a camouflage, deep inside was the sea of sorrow and pain
Boozers torturing and abusing
she had to pander, as she had to entertain
for money, and for money, she with a devil and the night,
in a room, and later, notes of dollars were spread
in the room, on the bed
but, also left sad eyes
and she like a plucked flower
never expected in the life
and she whimpered for countless hours
a sell, but only a shell, a sacred soul inside
she had to hide
a soul of maternity
to rear a little daughter, deprived of paternity
one day through purgatory, went to heaven, in the eternity
leaving behind an innocent in the hands of destiny
Ruchit Kaplish is an engineer living in India.
