Despair

Despair in life is very wrong As I know happiness knocks at the door But here is a girl whose windows are closed And force her to live in a room Where she has been raped and tortured Since she left her house Holding the hand of her boy friend Under the promise that she would be married to him Whom she had loved so much so long And who in return Showed her a dream to lead a happy life But secretly her boy friend sold her to a pimp After using her several times This is not a new story nor is a unique one Thousands have the same story with same fate Writhing in despair in this big brothel Every day they go to sleep And hope Someone will come to rescue them Sharp in the morning But at dawn she meets with a flesh eating client Again she is raped and tortured after refusing upon A cloud of gloom bursts into rain The tears drench her from top to bottom And she goes to think in despair Drought is better than this And the best thing in her life would have been In this filthy world if she was never born.