I came to you, In search of love. You brought me home, In search of money. I thought you'd love me, You thought brides bring money. But fate had it's way, I sat all alone, watching you leave, You all stood together, begging to be free.
In the market of marriage, The Groom was sold to the highest bidder. The bride had high expectations. She was dreaming of becoming a queen. But little did she knew, they just bought a slave for themselves. She was like the shoe which will stay under their feet forever.
When her wish was sold, they called it prostitution. When his wisdom was sold, they called it corruption. But when souls were traded, world whispered, "that's just a custom." dowry.