Is this,
This the India
Where the newly-weds,
I mean the brides
Whose tears have not dried
From leaving the parental house
Of affection and bonding
And in coming to the new house
Are burnt,
Burnt
As for money,
The dowry?
The seven rounds
Rounded around the holy fire
And the oath taken,
The hands held in faith
And confidence,
Promising to give food,
Can turn futile
Just for one pretension,
The demand for money and items?
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