Satee

The world is beauteous dear, said her mother,

She's happy to see how the world works together.

There was only one day left for her birth,

She was nervous about how to face the earth.

Finally, the day came, and a girl was born,

That day she thought she would be the family's scansion.

She looked into the pale faces of her family,

The lips of their mouth welcomed her sorrowfully.

She couldn't understand what the frozen lips were saying,

But in her abdicated eyes, the water was playing.

The time flew burgeoning, the society became her barrage,

Searching for the reason, she lost in the mirage.

For her study, her life, she gained some courage,

Fingers were heading, the girl became capable of marriage.

Only at the age of thirteen, she became abase,

She transformed from a flower to a nasty cabbage.

Adjusting to the new world, she protected her husband,

But the demoniac luck cursed her dutiful dreamland.

People made her attached to culpability for her husband's death,

She knew they were going to repeat the myth.

She has to prove her innocence as the pativrata,

By jumping on the funeral fire, she'd be sativrata.

Now she gained the status by being burnt alive,

She thought there was no paramount for her to survive.

She couldn't thrive in the future by remaining as a widow,

Where a mother, a sister, a wife couldn't get some shadow.

At last, she died with her husband in the fire lit,

Alas!! The beauteous world, where she is treated as a misfit.