Dowry , a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

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.

I am not to be burnt, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

I am not to be burnt

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

I'm not to be burnt,

At the pyre of my love,

Nor am I to be married to a tree,

I am a woman I too have worth.

No more bashing,

Should ever be heard,

Don't tame me with fake religion,

Don't mould me with empty words

Don't call me goddess,

For you call me words,

Adjective after adjective,

Till when shall you call me words.

Goddess in the temple,

Mother at the home,

In the market,

You have made me a whore.

I am treated as an object,

An object of desire,

At the convenience of men,

Men who so desire.

I am your daughter's age,

Don't treat me as an object of desire,

I to am human, I too have heart,

Don't single me out for your desire.

Note:- Shame on mankind, till the time all women are treated with respect.

In the past Devdasi tradition existed it is mentioned in the third line

Save the girl child, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Save the girl child

a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Save the daughter, but from whom,

From acid, from rapists or evil eyes,

Tell me, can you save your daughter,

Do you feel secure?

Wolves are always on the prowl,

Nobody in our land is secure,

Should we save her from abortion,

Can you promise her life secure?

Laws are not so stringent,

Money turns every door,

Provisions of Law are misapplied,

Justice turns into a whore.

Raped and burnt alive,

See the victims plight.

You call it life, is this life,

And you say to save the girl child.

America I pray for you, a poem by Reginold Ajay Jacob, India

Forget about the colour of skin,

Remember the colour of blood,

Red is the colour, crimson red,

Which, for you, has been shed,

Seek not vengeance, my brother,

Seek not vengeance, I pray,

Blood of Abel cried justice,

For forgiveness, Christ prayed.

Do not seek, for vengeance,

You'll hand yourself to Beelzebub,

Forgiveness is the cry of Cross,

I pray thee, let it, be heard.

You are burning, the land of freedom,

You are burning, your own land,

Violence is not an answer,

When will you understand?