I believe,
He is well.
I know not exactly.
But I hope so.

Because I have never cursed him.
Even now I love him.
I pray for him.

I know he likes not me.
And he does hate me.
I know he can't forget me.
But he tries to forget all.

I know I haven't done any wrong.
I couldn't have done any wrong.
Because I was an innocent poor girl.
But I wonder about him.

He was a gentleman.
He gave me chocolates and sweets.
He said many stories.
He taught me about love.

I was an innocent poor girl.
I loved him; he loved me too.
One day he wanted to do something special.
I wasn't aware of it.
But I didn't resist his desire.

He did something.
He said it was nothing.
He said it was just a play.
But I was trembling at last...

Now I have a child.
His own child.
A beautiful child.
He has his father's eyes and smile.

You know I am a poor girl.
I want food ,dresses and shelter.
I have to feed my child.
So I sell my own body.

At the street you stare at me.
And say "whore?.
At night some of you come to me,
No, I have no complaint.

Someone curses me.
They say I am a devil.
But they would die for him.
For their leader...!!!

Yesterday I sent a letter to him.
I know he would read it.
And tear it and throw it in a dustbin.

He will never send a replay.
He would be so busy.
He would murmur a nasty girl?.
But once I was his lover...