She sold her body,
To gain fame,
Then she sold her smiles,
For a solid path to sustain.

Her skirt cut short,
And her shirt unbuttoned,
Was she unhappy?
Or was she sold?

In this sudden Paradigm shift,
She used her feelings,
To play a wicked game,

A game of what they call as Hide and Seek.

From the angle of my perception,
What I understand is,
Her fears kept ripping,
Sheets of her clothing,
Layer by layer,
Committing unsaid sins.

An angel she was –
still falling from heaven…

Words by Akula Sharma