She's Not For Burning

She’s not for burning Remnant of dried out pistils If burnt May fill nooks and corners With their inimitable fragrance But that doesn’t look aesthetic Rather disparaging towards Fascinating gift of nature; History witnessed Whether for genuine demand or Otherwise fake societal dignity Whatever businesses under the sun We put our woman To Like mad blacksmith We blew the furnace Until stars fly upward Every time we found her glow But for dowry Where ignominy to her Parental family by in-laws She owned and preferred To be burnt to ashes Alive without any essence