Child Marriage An Evil Blot
She was born with many dreams In a colorful world
Which was darkly screwed
She was growing with all hers desires
To enjoy the childhood with friends And to study with heart in school of dream
But her life seemed to be moving in some other direction
She thought of wearing school uniform
But was made ready in a bridal dress
She was still unclear with thoughts
Was just following according to the elders with fantasy
She never knew what's happening with her life
And just happened to be like wind that moves over the sea,
She was a delicate bud which was still left to be bloomed
She thought of sharing food with her friends
But she was made to cook for everyone
She thought of soaring up in the sky high
But she was constrained to live inside a fence She was just a little girl
Who was still left to ripe
She was knotted with someone Who was a stranger for her
She was just made to leave her home For the so called rituals
She was to be sleeping in lap of her mother
But was forced to be a mother herself
She was still a child of full of fantasies
But was doomed and made living dead body by her loved one's.
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