The burning soul talks to me…
The uniform of her school
The credentials in her file
The medals on the wall
Beaming smile of her father,
On her every success
Hidden tears of her mother
When she walked down the aisle...
Nothing could save her
From being set on fire.
The burning soul talks to me…
The fragrance of orchids
Her wedding gown in the wardrobe
Her broken red bangles
The huge portrait next to the mirror
Tells the story of the burning soul,
Her journey of a tragic marriage
Still violent tremors run through her body...
Her fight for justice could not save her
From being set on fire.
The burning soul talks to me…
Her efforts to prove herself
Her desires as a wife and someone’s mother
A life full of sarcasm and pain
As she could not bring blocks of gold or pieces of paper,
Her unheard prayers
And her dying hopes
Her falling in the circle of tortures...
The impassioned portrait of exploitation could
not save her
From being set on fire.
The burning soul asks me…
How was she different from a man?
The pen in her hand
Why could not they value her education
Her awards and unconquerable achievements?
Why they wanted to buy her in the name of marriage?
Dowry overshadowed her skills and morals...
Her broken bangles and her wedding gown
Tell the misery of her being set on fire
Just for the sake of dowry.
Archana Kapoor Nagpal
Internationally published author of ‘14 Pearls of Inspiration’ and the ‘12 Facets of a Crystal’
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