Dowry ,

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob,

Who says materialism?

Is in the west,

It is in dowry,

That it manifests.

You are sold for money,

What is your worth?

Those who have money,

Can keep you in a purse.

I cannot know,

I cannot understand,

How can love,

On this materialism stand.

Oh bride just answer,

This one, my quest,

How do you like

Your costliest pet.

Don’t say, I am wrong,

To call him a pet,

I feel through money,

It's pets you can get.