The day I first saw him,
I fell in love,
For the first time.
He was everything I ever wanted,
The man of my dreams,
We were engaged soon,
And in a month was our wedding.
We talked over phone sometimes,
As we weren’t allowed to meet,
The first time, he told me he loved me,
I could hear my own heartbeats.
Finally the day arrived,
The day I wore a red dress,
And he got down from a white horse,
Looking like a handsome prince,
He stretched his hand for me to hold,
And I did just that,
Among rituals, chants, blessings and more,
We vowed to be one till death.
With a heavy heart and tearful eyes,
I left my home for a new life…
The first day at my new home,
I already knew something was wrong,
Since the very day, I was treated like trash,
I was cursed as I didn’t bring enough cash.
The prince charming lost his charm,
The very day he bruised my arm,
Hurling abuses, he said he never wanted me,
All he wanted was more money.
I was sent back home, to fulfill their greed,
But there was nothing left with my parents to give.
Everyday I was told, I was a burden not a need,
With each moment I lost my desire to live.
I thought things would change with a budding life inside me,
I was proved wrong again, I was beaten up till it bleed.
Unconscious, I laid on the floor, all I could smell was kerosene,
I had no strength left to fight, and then the fire crept in.
I could see smiling faces behind those burning flames,
I smiled back at them, felt no pain, as I was going to a better place.
And all miseries came to an end, as my soul left that burning flesh!
Death is peaceful, easy.
It was life that was hard.
[One woman dies in India every hour in a dowry related case. Came across one such incident in today’s newspaper, it was pathetic. Is there an end to it? I’ve no answer. ]