The Child Bride Poem by lalitha iyer

She can't handle it
her body is too soft
and fragile to bear the thrust
of brutal assaults
into her innocent virginity
yet to become a virgin
she is but only a child
and that too devoid of the hormones
of a bride
her delicate body
and more delicate mind
her tender emotions
and her more tender passions
all crucified
in the one Cross
and he who bled for the innocents
his one dropp of blood he shed
for her the bleeding bride...........

before she was out of naked emotions
she was made naked
her purity of mission
lost in blatant vulgarity
a preying beast
cant be more cruel
than the chivalrous lord
of a childhood bride