The Institution of Prostitution or the Shoe story????

Every day I would stand in the most seductive way I could be…

And every day many would come near and glance at me.

Some sure did admire my curves, my looks and took me up…

And some hunks would caress me and some would feel me up!

They would test my firmness beneath and bend me over…

And very analytically compare my flexibility to another.

On one bright shiny day I saw this gorgeous hunk at the door…

And one look at his charismatic smile; I was over the moor.

Alas! He followed the same routine, felt me nice and tossed me…

But just before leaving, he stopped at the door and glanced back at me!

He went over to the lady who was in charge around here…

And he paid in some money to the lady to take me elsewhere.

As he held me in his hands, I realized… This is not the end…

Slowly I started smiling and said goodbye to all my friends

He rode on me every morning evening and every day since…

Until one day he felt I was all torn n so he began to wince!

He showcased me to his servant who looked at me with gleam

Surprised and broken to the core, all I wanted to do is scream.

The servant took me to his home, which by the way was very shoddy

I was so depressed and felt humiliated that I talked to nobody.

When it dawned next, the servant took me to a cheap clinic at the fair

The doctor there glued n stitched me up tight so that I make a good pair!

Every day since, to my surprize again…the servant took a very good care

And made sure nobody… I mean nobody would came near me n dare

Years have passed by and my memory of the hunk now faded

I realize that the servant loves me so much even though m not jaded

The hunk now old was in shock to see me still young and with a glow

Filled with jealousy and curiosity he asked the servant “how”???

The servant replied…. “I tend to take care of everybody no matter who...”

The hunk retorted “C’mon it’s just an old shoe, next week I’ll get you a new Shoe”!

                                                                                                      Divya Boddu

This a twin story of a shoe and a prostitute. Now tell me... Who is to blame???? what should we do to stop such stories to become a reality and stop the shamelessness of millions around the world !!