Dowry system is a big blot on our society;
Because for the poor, it is a life-taking evil but for the rich, it is their royalty.
The forgivers of this sin look out for its variety;
But at the depth, it is criminality.
Marrying a girl costs a lot to her parents;
Every parent is worried about her or his daughter, in the different variants.
The parents are forced to save her girl’s honour in giving her to the tyrants;
After that, this girl has to face taunts.
After a lot of sacrifice, a girl comes to this world and opens her eyes;
She goes through many stages with sighs.
The mother has to bear a lot and she almost dies;
And in the pitch darkness, when everyone is sleeping, her mother has to go for the sky-piercing cries.
Caring her after the birth, is a huge task to be honoured;
Sometimes, her parents have to become fumed.
After a while, if she is missing, everyone is bothered;
Her wishes are accepted if she wants the sky to be coloured.
Going through biological changes, she has to become cautious in the world of sycophants;
A girl is treated like we treat the elephants.
She has a lot of pain but is forced to safeguard her sentiments;
In this part of the world, no worry is about camouflaging governments.
After a long struggle, she is now in a position to live her own life;
She wants to bear all the situations, if sometimes shown a knife.
She has a dream of becoming a good wife;
She hates the suggestions of others if they want her to go for the deadly strife.
The day eventually comes and she has to take the hemlock at a time, leaving her abode;
Forcefully, she has to forget her beloved childhood road.
Her voice remains totally choked, not to say a word;
Innumerable bacteria are present in the milk that converts milk into curd.
The cherished goal of her life comes true when sleeps in her beloved’s arms;
And she doesn’t feel the coldness of winter, but thousand types of the warms.
If she is not given a bed of roses, she can accept the bed of worms;
But have compassion for her poor nerves.
Some days pass in the happy moments but hardly knows the coming calamity;
She is asked what have you brought with yourself in our city.
She is an apple of her parents and likes to keep a kitty;
She used to enjoy at her home, never tried to become fake witty.
Bed, lockers, car and other things are demanded by all;
And she is confiscated of everything and not allowed to call.
Happiness, that was cherished, acted as a depressing tool;
With each passing day, there comes an invisible wall.
Her arms that were full of bangles are broken with a bang;
She was to greet the guests with a loving tang.
Little she did know, the teeth that were laughing would act like a poisonous fang;
The dreams that were shattered, forces her to hang.
Therefore, keep yourselves aloof from the worldly grand;
A girl is a gift and needs our hand.
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