She opened, blinked, rubbed her eyes,
Glitters, sparkles, bling spread around,
She moved forward,
Her feet felt unusual inside her tiptoe heels,
Dressed as magic, she stood still,
Water reflected her beauty,
Pink, purple, blue..all shades spill,
She moved around,
Rains of sparkle flowed through her skin,
She danced, sang, painted around,
Until a dragon from nowhere painted her black,
Snatched her paints and cut her tongue,
She cried and screamed but the dragon smiled,
She saw the dragon sitting on a huge chair in front,
Pressed her palms, tried getting up but the dragon put her down,
She fainted, laid all black with some red tint of frown,
She opened, blinked and rubbed her eyes again,
No dragon, no sparkles,
Only sand and dust and her husband sitting there,
Shouting for dowry, pulled her strands,
He smashed her down,
Blood came out with the last tear,
Oh she cried again,
Only the grave did hear,
-Kishnika Dhawan
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