Despair Poem by Abdul Wahab

Despair in life is very wrong
As I know happiness knocks at the door
But here is a girl whose windows are closed
And force her to live in a room
Where she has been raped and tortured
Since she left her house
Holding the hand of her boy friend
Under the promise that she would be married to him
Whom she had loved so much so long
And who in return
Showed her a dream to lead a happy life
But secretly her boy friend sold her to a pimp
After using her several times
This is not a new story nor is a unique one
Thousands have the same story with same fate
Writhing in despair in this big brothel
Every day they go to sleep
And hope
Someone will come to rescue them
Sharp in the morning
But at dawn she meets with a flesh eating client
Again she is raped and tortured after refusing upon
A cloud of gloom bursts into rain
The tears drench her from top to bottom
And she goes to think in despair
Drought is better than this
And the best thing in her life would have been
In this filthy world if she was never born.