Will you adore me?

Between the ice cubes of liquor
And the words of curse
There exists some loud silence
Which no one dares to wither.

Oh girl! An early made lady!
What brought you here?
An idol with promises,
Or a father with greed?

Your flirting body, and empty soul
Lips that caress a man's eager lust
All speaks of your beauty, brazen girl!
And still you bloom, shattered.

You feel no voids, yet you have
You feel no grief, yet you carry
A sweet guilt, a bitter pleasure
All makes you a woman of dreams.

Leaving your heart aside,
Where do you belong?
In a man's bedroom
Or some daily changing arms.

Some glittery small money
Is what it takes to die
And not people know you by your identity
But a street girl for ever!

A victory of survival
For one more day of agony
While you fight the night
For one more day of supper.

Will you adore me
For the memories I made?
Until I reach the grave
And then mourn for life!

Does life holds nothing
For the art you have?
Or will you remain a whore of morals
With no smiles to take?

I will meet you once, on that same street
And won't exchange words
But just murmur some silent prayers
To let flourish this sunflower again!

~prachi