This poem is a tribute to one strong woman in Maharastra, India, and to millions of brave women all over the world, who are forced by circumstances to take up the world’s oldest profession. The woman I am talking about is Vaishali Haldankar who wrote her story in a book in Marathi. She is a good singer and now earns a living singing with an orchestra after the Government enforced a ban on dance bars.
You can read the poem
on the blog of my little friend,
who invited me to be a guest writer on his blog.
by Nalini Hebbar
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