Flesh trade and woman trafficking
When I hear about now-a-days
Rake me badly,
Flesh trader and woman trafficking,
Flesh trade being done,
Woman trafficked to,
I think about
And feel it,
I this the story of modern life
And development,
Somebody’s flesh is traded
Just for money,
Cash in hand for livelihood
And for someone’s carnal lust,
Isn’t it,
Woman trafficked to,
The poorer and helpless women,
Isn’t it
The picture of society and its false morality,
Where are we going to,
How much inhuman and cruel have we become?

Their restaurants and bars,hotels and skyscrapers
Are just at their sake,
Had they been not as bar-tenders,
Managers and beauticians,
They would not have made a profit,
Had they been not,
Their youth and beauty not ravished,
But in return what do they get,
The decorators of barren life
Lived otherwise
As did the kings exploit
The nautch girls
And the priests the devadasis in the past.

Bijay Kant Dubey

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