Crimson Lamp - Narsimham

Feminine flesh
Sold in hours
When the city sleeps
When the darkness embraces the sky.

The crimson lamp
Scatters its light,
For more men
With some smiles and flowers patched on face,
Scented tears in eyes,
Altering her suffering as seduction.

In the prostituting prison
The feminine flesh is prepared for sale.
Each moment,
Killing many crimson lamps
Who die in the fire
From the very own light.

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Narsimham hails from Nellore, a city in Andhra Pradesh, India. He lost his vision at the age of 23. Mostly he writes in his mother tongue Telugu, sometimes in English. He has written 4 novels, 10 collections of poetry in Telugu.