This is how a girl lives her whole life…
Ah! There is so much gloom where she is born,
She is as sweet as a baby corn.
Remorseful silence seems as dead end of a sea,
Love is not her cup of tea.
There is no celebration when she is born,
She is treated like worn out and torn.
As she grows in this deteriorating time,
She is churned up just like chyme.
From her teens to womanhood, she lives most miserable life.
Now she becomes someones wife.
She is married against her will,
And her life is now a trill.
She is even killed in flames of greed,
Of which dowry being the main seed.
She keeps toiling all her life.
For those…who are ever ready to use their knife.
Now after so much sufferings she is ready to fight,
And gain back her right.
She has learnt how to hate,
Now she doesn’t believe in fate.
She has now taken her revenge as she had learnt to punish,
Everyone who had taunted her, She decides and will finish.
She leaves this world with a pride,
The best she could do, She has tried.
She is now at peace on her death bed,
With happiness of her bravery the sky is grey and red.
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