She was a cute bud Living in a small hut.. She was always in tatters It was all which matters.. One day she asked, Why my life has such path?! She was told in a real quick; That she was miserably sick.. That dreadful disease has its way to prick.. She wondered about that disease.. And was answered with ease, It was none other than POVERTY!! Which snatched her life's liberty.. Which never allowed her to have such grit, To lift a PEN as sword and make her destiny lit! With each step of life, She feebly try to survive.. Her life made a customary move Where she was contracted and TIED with someone's hook! She was dressed in red; As if without her war she bled..! She thought her new life as a rosy dream.. Which soon turned into a painful scream! Her parents were paying price for her tears For them GIFTS become a dreadful fear.. Now she is juggling between life and death As DOWRY has an infinite length.......!