कोई नहीं सुनता जब वो चीखती है
हर रोज़ कहीं कोई लड़की बिकती है।

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Plastic flowers, these.
I get four days off a month and that is only because they don't want hindrances in their pleasure.
The cracks on my ceramic vase, blackened with dirt and I wonder if those pretty petals would come alive if I fill that vase with my tears.
Perhaps, it would be futile.
And so I don't cry.

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Traffic Signal

Abolish trafficking.
Don't cheat their death with Red Light area.
Admonish the traffic-king.
Don't cheat their life at Red light signal.

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यूं शराफ़त की कमीजं ओढ़कर
अपनी ढीली पतलून छुपाने चलें है,

ये तस्करी करने वाले
आज नारीवाद के मोर्चे निकालने चलें है!

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If I were a Santa for a day
I would have gone to
Gift a smile on tiring faces
And books in the tiny working hands🙏

#Dear Santa, please stop child labour & gift books in those hands.

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She might be a helpless mother earning to feed her child, she might be someone who was trafficked by those demons out there. Stop judging her and stop assassinating her character. It might not have been her choice, it might have been her restraint. Show some care, show some respect!

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Dreams On A Broken Hinge: Prostitute
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The door creeked.
And in came the hustling steps.
Shutting it, walking towards her.
She anticipated another round of hell.

A grey white fringe of hair
Around balding and mottled scalp.
He had a wizened face and
A slightly hunched upper back.

Youngsters these days lack virtue.
He looked her father's age.
His khaki uniform too
Urged her to tell him her tale.

He gave a patient ear
And a shoulder to cry on, be fine.
Crawling came then his fingers
Lecherously, progressing
down her spine.

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Trafficking

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जिस्म-ए-परींदें तू उड़ता बन,
यहाँ तेरा कोई मोल नहीं।

(Caption)

-the_mad_hatter

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