Dowry's Flame Poem by Riya Varyani

This raging fire of dowry's curse,
Has scorched countless homes in it's wake;
The fragile dream of a gentle daughter,
It shattered without a moment's ache.

Why should a daughter's hand to be sold,
Why should her worth be weighed in gold?
In a homewhere dowry is demanded,
How can her honor ever be upheld?

Come, Let us take a solemn vow,
To end this eveil from it's root somehow;
A daughter is never a burden to bear,
Her honor and worth, we'll always uphold with care.