The marriage was stopped
Because the proper cost
Was not paid
The match was handsome
But without proper ransom
The silent painful tears
From her eyes faded the sight
Of a dreamt seen in light
Who is to blame for this plight
The generation old
For they could not hold
The proper value for the new
To be followed
Or the new one
Who are unable to create
A new path
And the take the oath
To wash away the painful
Traditions for the forthcoming
Generations
They will too carry this
Heavy load on their blemish soul
Powerful message, in this hard hitting write, that challenges old traditions that in this generation should be just a past memory now! Lovely write!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I think you are talking about dowry system.It is really a hateful system.We should protest against this.Snehalata the first martyr of dowry is a vivid example of it.Great write.