Incentuous

The crisp december air wipped the smoke of the cigarette,
The distant hustle and bustle of the city murmured in the ears,
She tried to catch the puff of smoke,
Thinking that must be her dreams.

The untidy hair,
The same old pyjamas,
The smudged lipstick and koel,
and the ubiquitous cigar stench in between her fingers,

Puffing of the butt, she thought was it worth it?
was it worth?
That her life is trapped within the shackles of bigotry.
Men come and go in her life, for she was attractive,
She was valient,
For they say men liked such valiency,
She was undisputed,
Men do not like whining,
She was taught.
She was taught to hide her tears.
Did she turn stone-cold?
Yes!
Did emotions left her?
Yes!

But why?