She will be the Bride

In this part of the world they marry their dolls.
Indeed! Their childhood dreams come true.

So clad in a saree and laden with precious metals
She will be a toffee rather than the bride.
Who says it’s a slowdown?
In this part of the world metallic wishes are savagely guarded.

And then one night,
All the doors and windows are shut,
The groom falls upon the prey like a beast,
Tearing away the once forbidden fruit is no more sin!

She will remember the day she destroyed her doll-
That day she was not ready to hand it to the boy in the neighborhood.
She smeared her lipstick all over her face,
She plucked its every single synthetic hair like those hanging threads in her frock,
She chewed the soft PVC fingers till they kill her gentle taste of the tongue,
She ruined her clothes like hell and threw it outside the window.

That day her father patted her and consoled her-
He said that one day she will be the bride.