In the hope of a buyer every day in life
Parks, sidewalks and streets, streets.
If the match khaddar someone once
The whole night became her.
Who takes, who gets, who slanders her?
Yet their value is not in the society.
Someone's thousand, someone's half,
Someone's price is a hundred,
Every night becomes one of their past.
Whose appearance is as valuable as his body,
That's how their minds go.
Every evening they dress up, new outfits,
There is no disease among them.
Earnings as a daily income,
Goes by dividing proportionally.
They do not even know whose address?
Sends money home every month,
Communication is prohibited.
They have no value in society
Identify them, donate bodies.