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
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