This Color , RED...

She is ‘called’ a prostitute.
Poor soul is a destitute.
Was it her fault that she was found in a bin?
She is paying for her parents’ sin.
She knows not father or mother.
Nor is she blessed with a sister or brother.
She belongs to the bunch of ‘unfortunates’.
More often than not, visited by the most ‘fortunates’.
Her lane is branded as immoral and ‘red’.
But that is where she earns her daily bread.
To her ‘red’ holds no dirt or filth.
Here, she has been living since birth.
Her home is branded ‘bad’ by society.
It is also the only source of her home’s publicity!
What an irony?!
But this bitter truth is her destiny.
This society has made her what she is today.
Notoriety is its reward for her ‘services ’every day.