Love is not bought, it cannot be sold,
So every girl must be told
One was taunted, again and again,
She tried to argue, but all in vain
One was made submissive and weak,
She opposed, but was slapped on the cheek
One was hit, breaking her chain,
She never cried, hiding her pain
One could not conceive a male,
What do I say, it was a sad tale
One was taught to lower her gaze,
Another was tortured and set ablaze
These evils will continue to prevail,
when one chooses men who are spineless and frail
When one feeds them with more cash,
Be prepared for a deep gash
In small towns of North Indian states,
Some lure grooms with cash as baits
I writhe in guilt, night and day,
Why didn't I raise my voice yesterday?
Niharika Prasad
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