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Her Promise
Her Promise
When she was very young, her mother told
Girls are the light of everyone’s house dear
Whether it rains or shines keeping it alive ever
With a smiling face, she nodded and promised
With naked feet on the thorny forest ground
Collected bundles of twigs and dried branches
Though struggled day after day never did she flinch
She kept the fire in her house fire burning bright
She picked up berries, sometimes scrubbed houses
In the pouring rain, in knee-deep mud planted saplings
In
the blazing hot sun did harvest and drying
But she always earned to keep the fire burning
One day she was married just like every girl
Her hard work never changed even a single day
She slogged, scrubbed restlessly worked for the house
Till she kept the fire of the husband’s house burning
The vultures of husband’s house for dowry lust
On a dark night mercilessly set her on fire alive
As the pyre of her body burnt bright in the night
She still kept her promise, her pyre had lit the house
