A Virgin Prostitute Poem by nimal dunuhinga

A Virgin Prostitute

Rating: 5.0


She is the Sun in the morning to slums
And the Moon to isolated drunkards at midnight.
But she never get drowns in shallow waters,
Like a courageous mother she advises to the lost souls
And everybody respects her as she still being a virgin.

*If anybody could stone her though she is a prostitute? No as she stills a Rosebud and her name is Innocence.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sandra Fowler 30 March 2007

A word portrait of a generous soul, but there is a certain overwhelming sadness about this penning as well. You stay true to your unique view of life. Warm regards, Sandra

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kalubovila East, Sri Lanka
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