PURPLE SPOTS

Like a bride,
She dressed up every night.
It was not by choice or profession;
She was in it by force.

Would deck up with silver and gold
Not out of fascination or that she owned.
It was the demand of the time,
Which hardly could ignore.

She had no tears; only smiles she wore.
She gave her body but soul had thirst
To love and be loved.
To be a bride was all she wanted.
Though now just a dream!

She was silent.
She was calm.
The purple bruises on her body
Revealed her life sstory

-Puja Chadha

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