As she circled around the holy fire
Broken wings had she
Her situation was dire
She turned sixteen
Her dream was to always get a degree
But marriage had come in between
She had to be by a man defined
She felt wretched and her mother did she plea
But the father had made up his mind
Soon a mother's life for her begun
A daughter was born and hope did she see
But blamed she was for born wasn't a son
Sometimes when she is alone
She looks at her books, her daughter and hopes to be free
From her family, community who no empathy had shown
But she is one against all
What had she done for her life like this to be?
Why did such misery in her life befall?
I wish I could help her and answer her distressed call.
~ Yuti Naha
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The Child Bride
PoetryI attempted to write a villanelle - A 19 line poem where the second line of every stanza is rhyming. Villanelle consists of 5 tercets(3 line stanza) followed by a quatrain(4 line stanza).
