Few bucks could buy her rugs.
Or may be a loaf.
So,In need of a bread,
A mother sold her womb.
What a *****, you'll say!
But a mother too is a human.
Who could be hungry and cold!
Have you ever thought that way?

Pretty eyes,Pink lips.
Admirable beauty.
How sassy!
But wait, is that a brothel!
Huh *******!
Seconds you took to change your thoughts,how critical that is!
Now think!
To dress her younger self,
May be she undressed her self-esteem.
But you'll think the other way.
How unforgiving!

Nothing I do matters
I toil and toil away
But nothing I do matters

I am forever replaceable
Forever flawed
Forever scrutinized by society

I melt, fill a different mold
Yet the scrutiny continues  
I melt again  
Scrutiny persists  

How many more times should I melt?
Fill a different mold
Before I surrender
To the unforgiving scrutiny?

I’m floating just above your waves,
trying to stay
as you take me away
on a journey I didn’t ask for
so let me rise to the surface
before I drown.

My mistakes, shortcomings, errors, and failures, are as sand by the sea.
As his voice raises an angry wind, the sand hits my stinging eyes.

Other times, the waves of his affection wash wet and smooth the sand down, and we walk and look at the falling sun.

But even as we stroll, the sand sticks to my feet,
I know that sand will stay stuck to me.