Just let her be.

She is pink, she is pale,He is rich, he is hale,Grooms and bridegrooms –Are for sale. Bed, almira, fridge, car,Forty once, fifty thrice,He was sold nicely priced. Years passed, tortured for more,T’was not love, mere greed.Soul butchered, there she lay. Customs, traditions, relatives didn’t save,A transaction indenture left,Burning brides, dying parents’ pride. Trauma, depression, suicide,Are … More Just let her be.