OOPS, PARKSTREET, at night

The glazing , Speedy Roads,
Beautifully litted up roads;
Roads which never sleeps-
Roads which hosts those red-lipped beauties.
Curvaceous body, bright dresses and a catchy look,
The usual sight of Parkstreet's night.
Night which carefully wraps around these girls identity,
Identity which losts someday in these lanes of Parkstreet.
Parkstreet , witness their past and present.
Present sees them in beautiful dresses,
Dresses that conceals their sorrows and feelings,
A deep look inside shows their tearing heart- a red bleeding heart,
Heart which get raped evernight,
Heart if nurtured with care, rekindles the flame of love.
Flame of love which ignites the holy spirit sleeeping inside.