BRIDE BURNING
Dowry deaths, bride burnings,
You expect shock waves
To chill the city’s nerves;
In-laws of either sex conspire,
Groom an helpless spectator
Or an active participator
In the operation immolation
He witnesses his pretty wife
Engulfed in burning fire,
Whom, in the chill of nights, he
Had enveloped in his burning desire.
The guardians of law,
Are they still asleep?
No witness volunteers to testify,
Police are over-zealous to admit
Their helplessness in public
Sigh with relief in private:
Worsening law and order situation
Is restored in one family at least.
Ancestors had suffocated to death
Before offering lambs to fire
To preserve posh flats in heaven
For an hypothetical life after death.
To-day’s Indian is no fool;
He is enlightened and civilized,
Despite default of her parents
He is considerate to his bride:
She will be anointed with natural oil;
Allowed to breathe freely
Unto her last in bed of fire.
Public are not stupid stuff;
They can’t be fooled thus.
Justice frowns in black gowns,
Un-protesting Ladies’ Clubs turn restive,
Social organisatiosn become vocal.
Farmers from nearby countrysides
In turbans and soiled clothes
Visit city’s manidis as usual.
Their sun burnt skinny faces
Are as expressionless as ever.
And the Jamuna flows quietly,
The epic of Ramayana,
The exploits of Sri Rama
Both his glories and follies
Are eulogized and reversed alike;
They are ingrained in our mentality
Not for any fortune of father-in-law
But might be because of jealousy
(The reason is any-body’s guess)
Rama had commanded Sita
To walk into blazing fire,
None of assembled VIPs protested;
No movement of women’s lib
Had then to break his rib.
(Image: Painting depicting Sīta undergoing the ordeal by fire watched by Rāma, Lakṣmaṇa and Hanuman (British Museum). Source: Wikimedia)