Posted by: Shiva Nagri | 30 August, 2009


In the corners of a solemn street

The sounds of strikes, strike the beat

The eyes freeze at the sight

As the whip lashes from left to right

Over the dusky damsel

As she strolls through her hell

Drained yet kinetic

Withered yet aesthetic

The rust-red scabs and scars chisel her soul,

Furious flames flare up the castrated coal

They freeze, their eyes freeze

Beggars plead, eunuchs seize

She earns



  1. Well written with emotion.

  2. nice one …

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