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| She sits there,a flower among flowers ! She sits there, a flower among flowers, Carrying so many dreams in her, Smiling joyously and with shy, It is her wedding day-you see! She sits there looking at her father , Who carried her in his arms when she was a baby, Who is wiping his tears of joy now, Her heart weeps for him-you see. She sits there looking at her mother, Who brought her up with tender care, She is smiling, when her eyes are misting, She misses her mother even now- you see. She sits there looking at her siblings, Who played with her and made merry with her, Their hearts are singing and eyes are twinkling, Their sister is getting married -you see! She sits there, a flower among flowers, Carrying so many dreams in her, Smiling joyously and with shy, It is her wedding day-you see! She sits there looking at her uncles and aunts , Who showered her with love and care, Who are singing and dancig now, Their daughter is going to set up her home-you see. She sits there looking at her friends , They shared with her all the joys of life, She is going to leave them here and continue her journey, She is getting married -you see. She sits there looking at the man by her side, He, who was a stranger till now, But has married her and made her his own, She believes,he will make her dreams come true-you see. She is there,saying bye to all her loved ones She tells them,’don’t worry I will come to see you all I will come here carrying my baby in arms’ She blushes and she laughs like bells ringing –you see! She sits there, a flower among flowers Carrying so many dreams in her. Smiling joyously and with shy It is her wedding day-you see Her father in law shout at her, ‘Where is your father,where is the dowry he promised?’ Her mother in law yells at her, ‘where is the dowry promised No dowry,do not come near my son’ she says. Her sister in law screams,’where is the dowry? Without your dowry how will I get married?’ Her brother in law cries,’when will you bring dowry? Withour your dowry, how will I get seat in a college?’ She sits there, bewildered, like a flower, Which is thrown about here and there in wind, She looks at her husband,will he help me? He looks the other way and walks away sullenly. She lies there, a withered flower, It is days since she had food or water, She is locked in a room with no one to care, Her father has not brought dowry-you see. From time to time she gets up, goes near the window ‘Oh,birds go tell my father to come with dowry, Or to take me away from here in hurry, Otherwise they sure will kill me,you tell him’. ‘Oh, flowers in the garden, send your fragrance to my mother, She brought me up like flower, Now Iam withering,for want of food and water, Ask her to bring dowry or to take me away from here.’ She looks at the train that goes through her village, She cries,’Oh, train, go tell my brothers and sisters, To come here in a hurry, carrying money, Or to take me away fast,or I will die.’ She lies there, a burnt flower, Her father did not bring money, Her mother did not come to take her away, Her in laws’wanted either money or her life –you see She lies there still, carrying her dreams in her heart, Her dreams also have died with her, Her father did not bring dowry , Her brothers and sisters could not save her-you see. Thousands of such flowers are burnt everyday, The burnt stench is suffocating the entire civilized world, They stand there watching these deaths in agony, We can’t do anything, they say. Isn’t it time, the flowers big and small, join hands together? Isn’t it time, we let the devils know ,we wont die in silence? Isn’t it time we teach them a lesson? Burnng their brides is like burning their mothers?. Isn’t it time we crie in unison To hell with dowry,to hell with bride burning Isn’t it time we carry the torches through towns To burn the evil,the demon called dowry?
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| dear mithila, hats off to you .a very different post from you.so there was a hidden poet beneath that writer uh?????![]() very good message of dowry put in striking words and poetic lines!!!!! yes it is time we act upon all this!!!!! we want more fresh and blooming flowers(bride's) and not any withering and burnt flowers. meaningful lines with great message!!!!!!! luv pavi |
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| Mithila ma'am..wonderful poem..I love poems on flower..I can recall the poem "Murghaya Phool" from my 6th std.Dowri has always been a problem for women.Every MIL/FIL should change at heart..only miracle can save these poor girls being the victim of dowry harrassement. |
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| My dear supriya, My dear friend,I feel that already the awareness has come.In middle class families,girls are given opportunities to study ,they do well in studies,with education comes the ability and courage to stand on one's own legs.These girls do not care to give dowry to get married.There are magazines,supriya where matrimmonial ads are given,there the magazines make it it a point to give advertisements for those people who do not give or take dowry.The men also have to be made aware that should feel ashamed to be sold. We can make miracles happen.In our families dowry should not be given or taken.If every one of us take such a stand,then we will surely be able to eradicate this system of dowry. The poem that you have mentioned sounds very good.If possible,write it and the meaning also ie your comment on that poem. lots of love mirthila kannan
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| My dear Aruna, Thanks for the lovely comment.When you feel strongly about something,your conviction comes through in your words. love mithila kannan
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| My dear pavi, Yes,my dear we want fresh and blooming flowers.Not flowers which are going to be crushed or burnt.We,each and every one of us will make a vow that in our families dowry will not be given or taken.That is the only way this system can be fought against. love mithila kannan
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| Mithila, very nicely carried the torch of Abolishment of Dowry system... Sure if an awareness is created sure there will be a change in the society, where we can see only fresh flowers with fragrance all around them... sriniketan
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| Dear sri, Thank yuou for stepping in.If every woman takes a vow when she gets married that she will neither give nor take dowry for her children the society is bound to change.This vow that she takes should be considered more sacred than the mantras that are recited at the time of marriage the meaning of which many do not even know. love mithila kannan
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| Dear Mrs. Mithila, Just as your previous posts, this too has touched my heart. I can feel the pain of the girls' plight. What a shame its on this society to think that a bride's family is like a recurring deposit. They will need money at their own will and it has to be given to them with due respect too. Oh, I would only say that its the spineless men who get married for the sake of money who should be taken to task...isnt it their life that they are spoiling. If only they stood up for themselves, do you think their parents or other members of the family would even dare to raise their voice? But I guess nothing can be done unless people really think what a sin it is to ill treat another soul and that its not MONEY that matters the most in one's life. Once again, very well written by you ![]() Regards Poornima. |
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