Sonnet: Prostitution

The age-old profession called harlotry
Survives till date, despite many onslaughts;
A legal way for all adultery,
Where men pay sums for the ‘joy’ of the cots!

But what tragic lives, prostitutes do lead?
Society needs them but will not respect;
Immoral traffic continues indeed;
But STD’s have reduced their prospect.

What teething problems beset these women!
In poverty born, die they in same way;
And satisfy the scores of lust-filled men!
By work during the nights sans sleep by day.

Who unfetters the poor afflicted souls?
Their lives get wasted in their sinful roles.


by Dr. A.Celestine Raj Manohar M.D.,

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