Among the crowded streets of the city
I'm a building old and frail,
the neon signs above me
cast a faint light on my tale.
I've got broken glass for windows— my weary blind eyes,
the shards of which have traces many
from an Indian sweat's drop
to a Nepalese tears from cries.
My rooms are painted bright at night,
to hide the gloom that grows
to lure the moths to come and feast
on the lives within me enclosed.
My stairs are stained with cracks and blood
like the fate of lives I keep,
and through these stairs I witness
a rich man's virtue slip.
While the "virtuous" man enters the gate
Shabana gets ready
to be served like meat on plate,
to earn something for living.
Her room's a false beauty
covering the pains and screams
she sits in front of the dusty mirror
working on her charm.
Her pale hands have a red shade nail polish,
and she wears a floral salwar
from earrings to anklet
she wears everything like an ideal woman.
She then locks her daughter in a room
to protect her pure heart
but the little girl is mature enough
to understand the misery about to start.
The "virtuous" man then enters the room,
his mind, filled with the life's woes,
like a storm ready to break
he starts removing her salwar's folds.
She lies still on the blue mattress,
the one her daughter likes,
while the "virtuous" man turns into a beast before her sight.
He rips her soul with sharp teeth,
and the room fills with her shrieks
her daughter bangs and vainly tries
to see if her mother's fine.
The brute uses her like she's a dead thing
breaking all the ornaments she wore
and countless times insults her, calling her a whore.
The irony is the brute himself is not more than a pimp
who every night visits a different me to quench his thirst in dim.
The fiend then leaves and walks out of the room,
Shabana sobs for a while thinking of her fate's doom.
She then unlocks her daughter and hugs her,
and stays silent on her scared questions
in this while Shabana gets another order
breaking her daughter's affection.
The horrors that my moist walls see
can give anyone a trauma,
this was just one Shabana
and sadly there are many like her in my drama.