She dreamt of a beautiful life,
But all she got was threats n beatings,
Kicked till she bled, Her face disfigured.
Her vermilion smudged in her own tears,
She bled, yes she bled!
No one to care,
No one to love.
She was abused,
Tortured physically and mentally,
All her dreams- They burnt in her pyre burning high,
All her dreams too thrown away into the pyre.
O man! Stop these inhuman ways of satiating your hunger,
For lust and greed, For potful of money,
As a price for that a poor girl’s life,
For your pleasure alone!
You bought her as a material,
From the open market
To be in the kitchen
To cook your meals and feed your over-weighing body!
Give her a life,
Don’t burn her body and dreams
In the raging fire
O stop this dowry system
Outdated but still prevalent.
Let her enjoy her life,
Don’t let her shed a tear
Curse will be upon you
Hold her with your love,
And not by burning her in the raging pyre !
Sarala Balachandran, Palakkad