A Child Bride's Tale Airyn R. Lentija Only a stationary pain resides in her heart, Like a tainted lake it never flows; And though her all was torn apart -- His badness grows. She wept under the bosom of darkness, Built strong fences around her fears; Her burning insanity stirred her weakness -- To save his ears. Her tiny mind screened in malnutrition, As it considered to need less food than his; Of what she prepared she took less-- The devil's bliss. Because her youth fled that day, at Noon he pulled down her pants and wandered; She begged the breeze to hear her plea, but -- He raped her. She was fifteen and had a wedding ring, Locked and frozen without mirth; An infinity symbol of child trafficking -- A hell on earth. He had owned her for few rupees, And sold her organs to brokers; Who bought her from her family-- The exploiters. A Child Bride's Tale—© Airyn R. Lentija 2010 (This poem were published by the Asian Human Rights Comission(Human Rights and culture) and WUNRN)

South and Central Asia

A Child Bride's Tale (POEM)

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