In the continent of sages
The curse of dowry rages
From the ancient ages
It’s time to free women from cages
The soul of the father
The love of the brother
The image of the mother
Has to spend life in the house of another
Arabs used to smother
It was the father or brother
With the permission of the grandmother
On account of gender, no escape, but to suffer
Indians want money to let other’s daughters stay
Then for her in-laws, she has to pray
Even then in-laws betray
Left alone with kids to play
Why marriage is linked with money
Don’t start life with such a honey
How a girl can continue to be funny
When all monster in law want is money
Even for dowry, some girls die
The media makes hue and cry
But the poor soul has already reached beyond the sky
It is time to seek an eye for an eye
I salute the bride who rode on horseback
From every corner for her a good feedback
There is nothing in which a girl lack
Gender is no longer a setback
Girls in village and city
Have become all the more gritty
They want no sympathy or pity
Joy is double if they are witty
So shackles of dowry will break
Girls know what is at stake
One who marries for money is not a human, but a snake
Do not choose him by mistake