Don't Cry Little Girl Poem by Ravi Kopra

Don't cry little girl
I'm poor I want money
for daal and roti
-for bread and lentils-
I can't save money
for your dowry

You may be a Laxmi
to someone but to me
a drain on my money
I wanted a son
when he grows up
makes money - the real Laxmi

The sun is about to set
The full moon will soon arise
I have by the holy Ganges
a little grave dug up
I cannot strangle you
I'll bury you alive
Don't cry little girl

Goodbye.