The Agony of a Sex Worker

Some one told once
Be happy and at peace
With yourself.
Because this is one way of being wise.

Again he consoled:
Love your life: or else
Everything is lost

I love my life
Yet I am deprived of all
Simplest pleasures of life.
All the doors are closed
No way to get out of
The deep and dark tunnel
Is it the end or the beginning?

Oh God!
Have you punished me
And distanced me from pleasure
As I loved my life too much
Alive I am dead
God! How can I die again?


It is better to go back to hell
Because there lies my heaven
You are all civilized people on Earth
Let me go away from your sight

You always optimize your utility
Treating me as commodity,
Subject to your budget constraint
Have you ever thought of my health constraint?

I am a nurse healing your wounds
Afflicted with disease and despair
Who would console me and cry
When I die like a rotten cabbage.

29/30th Dec 1989.