Call Girl Poem by Rohan Nambiar
Call Girl
Sitting alone a call at door
Anxious to know who is
In a moment the door made open
Standing a girl with a smile
Walked to the centre
With a bag at her shoulders
Pushed me to the chair
Opened her bag with a click
Made her lips like an 'O'
Carved with a lipstick
Rushed to have a bath
Heard a song with a chorus of drops
Made her body wet and clean
Dressed in her night dress
Was an angel to explode
Moved her hands on me
To undress me
Removed her dress with a shy
Beauty with a lot of ups and downs
Arcs or bends as you all know
Merged two bodies have lust
Eternal love for some moments
Froth of water always play
In every moments of life
Begin the seperation with a sweat
She to the bathroom with her dress
Demanded money on the table
She took her money with a smile
Out to the door with a rush
Cycle continues on and on
What do you think about her?
Sympathy, love, passion
Guess of persons may be
Money, poverty does every thing
Desire, attitude does every thing
Sin or not in some minds
Can you love that call girl?
we certainly could pass an easy judgement on her but what about him? a very effective poem and good penning...
All call girls are not so cheap as you described. Out of poverty they indulge in such things, may be.
With all the scenes set; a call girl can only be loved if it is mutually agreed upon. The call girl has to first understand what love is: and that is to love her body the right way. You captured the scenes well, but you left the readers to answer your question and there are many answers. Those for street love will applaud; those for a better life and concern for her soul, will be against her actions. Her ultimate search was for money or to be loved? or both? I guess the readers would never know this one.
a desire with a must for one person to judge...and depends with moral sense.. thanks for the last dropp of querry...
This poem seeks to address the very personal experience that men often have with prostitutes. It does justice to the spirit of the event, but could use some editing that would make it more powerful, more incisive and less explanatory-more visceral-more physical description and less intellectual, I guess would be the word. Still I admire the courage to state what is difficult to come forth with, given the cultural ramifications of the scene.
dear rohan.. I adore the feminine ' beauty'.. its the soul and embodiment of ' Stree'....Nari...Sakti (I mean the power and prowess) ....I see it' as the synergy of existence..'...co existence'.. we are trying to define this energy from time immemorial....alas! ! we are unable to explore it to the fulllest... I visualised the 'chaste beauty..in her..'...intoxicating fragrance... bewitching romance.... keep going... regards.. sivan
Very elegant. Nicely arranged. Well planned order...what not..... Well, well, well, 'love' what kind of love you mean? can you embrace anybody without 'love'? well, starting from mother, a little son, daughter, girlfriend, wife, friend, call girl...whoever..... there is some kind of 'love'. A good poem. deserves 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/18/2024 5:08:42 PM # 1.0.0.1119
this is very good and not an easy subject. Excellent how you end with the readers judgment of her, and you really hit a rhythem. Excellent work.10.