Pains untold


Pleasure r exchanged for money
But nobody feels their pain
Everyone feels their body
Not their veins ( inner soul or heart)

Leaving all pains
That a lady might hold
They stretch all feelings
To play their roles

Goddesses r made with clays
But never heard about goddess
Telling about pains of slays
Stories r told untold
Through the pains of cold .

May ur days never last long
May ur lives never get sold
All of u leaving goddesses
May u get recognitions
From the cold room of pains .

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