Staring at the henna covered hands
She sits dreaming of her new life
Shyly answering the teasing friends
About the perks of being a wife.
Her mother comes to embrace
With open arms and tear filled eyes
To hug her little princess
Before she bids her goodbyes.
The father stands at the pandal
Bidding guests customary welcome
And his heart goes back to his girl
Who will leave in the time to come.
The brothers hide their tears
And busy themselves in preparation
Nothing in the world
Could ease the pain of separation.
The guests sit chattering
In the decorated hall
But none seems to know
What the family feels.
To let go of their dearest
The apple of their eyes
To follow this old custom
Their heart denies.
But some one in the crowd
Doesn’t forget to remind
All daughters need to go
By the rules you have to abide.
The bride clad in red
Sits in her room crying
Though the new life attracts her
But a part of her is dying.
Why the daughter always goes
Leaving her loved ones behind?
Why she has to leave her identity
And all her rights are denied?
For ages women asked questions
In the silence of their cognition
But no one cared to reply
And went on with the tradition.