This is my story, of awe, not surprise

I was in hell; men thought paradise.

Decked up, would stand on the roads, to take

That men would come, and profess love, so fake;

An hour of fun for money, they’d pay

Bag full of lies, that they would say;

They moved on and so did the day

Clients would come and go, and we were kept at bay;

They waited for the lights to dim

Darkness would descend on our bodies, that it seem…

I remained Muskhan, the smile amongst the fright

Queen bee of the area, they called RED LIGHT.

They sold me young for a lot of money,

Was kept to grow with nuts and honey;

Couldn’t really fathom, heaven or hell,

Moved around the place, they called brothel;

Taught me the art to walk voluptuous

And acts of moves to instigate lust..

Was decked up in jewels of bangles and ring

Told me, was precursor to love-making.

Saw girls getting frightened at night

Was named Muskhan, the smile amongst the fright,

Grew up to the Queen bee, out in their sight

Started ruling the area, they called REDLIGHT.

But blossomed love, in me, too

With a handsome client, eyes dark blue;

Divinity felt, while making of love

A heavenly instance, in this sinful hub

Handsome one, I called him Sunil

He was much more than just a hefty deal;

Spoke for hours at day and night

Felt him in solitude, through black and white,

The end of the tunnel, showed some hope

Leaving this world, it was time to elope,

Sisters around, advised to be slow, not fast

But I was flying the wind in its gust

The D-day arrived, as planned, I ran

I was stabbed on the belly, by my man;

I died Muskhan, the smile amongst the fright

Still hover the area, they call REDLIGHT.

I am still bewildered, relieved of my bodily pain

What did I get, did I lose or gain?

My sisters, who really loved me, was lost in vain

For a man, I felt, was for me, insane.

I gained the sight of the embedded heart,

Which gave me signals to avoid any hurt.

I am now the guardian, in a veil

Call me spirit, ghost, or an angel.

I take care of victims, of love and bigotry

In my own way, I help my sisters to be free.

But listen one and listen all

Says the queen, be it erstwhile

The purest feeling that I did feel

Love is a potion that all can heal

So, rise in love, wrong or right;

I remain Muskhan, the Love amongst the fright

Queen bee of the area, they call REDLIGHT.

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