The sea gulls flew swiftly ,I was alone
The sea looked like a picture.
The undulating waves touched my poetic fancy
I was unable to think and concentrate.
The sea rocked the little canoe like a baby in the cradle.
The setting sun reminded of a dear one departed
Griefstricken I wiped my face with the tissue
The beams were golden but it failed to add a hue
The sea was as dark as ever but reflected the shining sun.
The beach grew dark and people turned behind
They cherish the sweet moments with the sea.
The strumpet crawled out of her nook
She dared not to step out in the day
Smell of cheap perfumes filled the air
Two pairs of eyes followed her .
For she was their beloved one
She disappeared out of sight beyond the beach
A pair of grey running eyes closed with a sigh
Ugly with the leftovers of an early supper
The kitchen slept to dream a lunch so nice
The rags and the torn clothes in the corner
Had a lot to tell but nobody to hear
For it was the dwelling of a cheap prostitute.
A heavy hand slapped me on my back
My friend asked why Iam here
He was eager to lead me to our room
Or I would be in great trouble
How careful my friend in my affairs
I thought of a slight care and love that lacked
Which took the poor woman to the cruel world
