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I remember,
When a girl was born
The father’s expectations were torn.
She would yearn for her father’s care
But being ignorant he left her in despair.
As she touched the mark of ten,
And tried to step out of her den
Many fingers rose from the corners of the nation
To limit her entrance from the sphere of education.
Sadly later,
Before she would learn about the games of life,
She had forcefully become someone’s wife.
Even before her childhood could fade away,
Motherhood stood amidst her way.
To the horror,
Her better half hit her, abused her, bruised her
She asked the sword, why was dowry the ker?
Everyone heard from a distance while she cried,
But nobody ever said she was to be girl, not a bride.