A girl runs and plays with her friends.
Happiness was flowing through her,
As she moves, her thick, black hair
Moves like waves.
Her face was like rose and
Eyes like the butterflies sitting on it them.
Then she made her route to her home
By the wishes of bye to her friends,
Who is the storage of love.
When she entered,
Her relatives were filled with angry
They fall on her like tigers,
Who is waiting to attack and kill her.
They told a lot, scold a lot
And indicted a lot
The pressure from all side
Shrank her. Thus,
Tears filled her eyes.
It came out like one, two, three drops.
She could not understand
What they says.
Her heart broked when her
Beloved father too accused her.
She burst into her room,
Fall on her bed,
Covered the head with pillow
And began to cry.
At last her cry brought
Her to a thought:
'O god, if today I did not
Step my foot in my house then....