Wake Up Man.. Poem by kafil uddin raihan.

Henna colored hands are now cold,
Lac dyed legs are still too red,
She is still in the dress of a bride,
Red jamdani Saree covers her body,
Marigolds on the bed are still alive,
The only thing missing is her life!

Last night while she was entering here,
In this bride chamber on this bed of flowers,
Lots of dreams were dancing on her pupil,
May be she was thinking of having children,
Having a happy family with her husband,
But she can't feel the irony of fate for her.

Her father promised to give the amount,
But the poor farmer couldn't manage whole,
He paid all the dowry except the money,
The motorcycle, color television, refrigerator,
All he promised to give dowry for daughter,
And this breach of promise takes her away.

She wished to be a eternal Bangali wife,
She wished to color her new little home,
There would be love, respect, affection, joy.
But at the first night of new life in new home,
She got the surprising present from her dreams,
That appeared as a storm and took out all.

In these dead lands, we get nothing for a life,
We can't secure a future mother's dreams,
We have been slave of greed and desires,
We have sold ourselves to printed paper notes,
They can bring life, they can take life too,
We are sacrificing our soul mates for them.
Thus a lot of sisters, daughters are dying,
Their dreams are screaming in the closed grave,
Wake up man, It is time to stop this dowry system,
It is time to stop worshiping the paper notes.
Wake up.......