A Commodity of Misery

Mar 23, 2023

1 min read

By Ronit Sharma

In a dimly lit room, a woman stands alone,

Tears line her face, fear shakes her bone,

A victim of the dowry system, she's trapped in pain,

A cycle of misery, it's all she'll ever gain.

Her husband and in-laws demand gifts and cash,

Her worthlessness is a never-ending lash,

Her dreams and aspirations, all shattered,

By Ronit Sharma

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