Just another child bride

Helpless, under the veil, she cried,

her genuine pleas brushed aside and justice denied,

she was dressed that day as a bride.

The little girl felt horrified

as her aging groom stood beside.

Her fears she couldn't hide,

But fate was not hers to decide.

In the darkness of that night,

her wails amplified

and the groom restored his pride 
as her trauma brontide.

Sliently, her hopes died

listening to her husband chide.

By dawn, the diyas had dried

And she had already died inside.