When I was small, I heard your name.Elders often said,Hiddenly, with distaste! Your life, is ‘comment-able‘I don’t know why!Though no one shares,The Bed,Where you often lie. Unknown of reasons,That made You walk,Under the Red life-That, makes us call you Slut! Often, un-named, You go,In public places, that names you-Only to satisfy those Desires,Which in turn …