Dowry's Race

A daughter gives a lot for survival,

But the very girl is harassed for an unfair wherewithal.

Never she hopes to move on the rope,

But the tough roads taught her how to slope.

Whatever she bears are fear and tear,

But to go long she aimed,

As nothing is clear.

As a bead struggles to come out from the oyster,

A girl struggles to fight with the monster.

Since she knows if the night glooms,

A day certainly blooms.

The choices are made

To accept and tie like thread.

As if there she and unfair,

Sing a song by groaning in the air.

Yet the brave fairy pace,

With the God's grace.