She wailed under her veil,
Yet no one heard her plight.
She begged to let her stay,
To run around and play,
They told her to wipe off her tears,
The palanquin is on the way.
People were gushing over the food,
Her friends merrily danced,
Parents looked oddly appeased,
No one noticed the bride in trance.
She dreamt of alot to do in life,
Oh now, it seems, she lost the chance.
Glow on her face looked faded,
Her shoulders were loaded with weights.
She got married when she was eleven,
Her wings got clipped,
And, they called it her fate.
Why do such customs existed ever,
Was that the world, they pressumed to create?
Was that the world, they coerced her to hate?
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