By my parents, I was sold
When I was only 12 years old
In a brothel, I was brought
By the bad luck, I was caught
How to dance and how to please
In the first two years, I was taught
I was helpless and alone
In the miseries, I was grown
I was living in a cage
There was no way to escape
Useless were all the cries
At last, I had to compromise
I hesitated in the start
It took some time to master the art
I lost my virginity at 15 years of age
At that time, I was full of rage
The days passed and I came to know
To my fate, I had to bow
I had no other option, so, continued
People call me a prostitute

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The poem is based on the life story of a prostitute. It's about a harsh reality of our society. Reading this, you will realize how innocent girls are forced into prostitution.