Why To Weigh Her On Scales ?

A Colleen viewing large aperture 

Dwelt for hours in imagining 

A prince charming on a white horse,

Taking her hand in his and planting a passionate kiss.

All of a sudden in a gloomy voice 

"Futile are the daydreams of yours "

While handing an extensive list; said the mother 

Furniture, automobile, cash they want 

My dear daughter! They don't need you alone

For doing the hands yellow of a lass,

Where the fathers bow their heads, thee God knows ;

The indigent parents, their dejected looks, never show.

This is the actuality, every girl is auctioned! 

Else they have to face rejection!