Sitting on the stairway alone last night,
She ruminated about her sad plight.
Stuck in a marriage that was never right,
Her spouse only looked for reasons to fight.
They spent hours haggling over everything,
His stinginess did much misery bring.
For every rupee spent, she felt his sting,
His volley of words would in her ears ring.
Often times he was even violent,
When she dared to raise her voice in dissent.
He considered she was irreverent,
Unfortunately she had no parents.
An orphan girl married to a mad man,
He believed that she should live on bran.
She had no right to use the ceiling fan,
He even counted every pot and pan.
His explanation for his behaviour,
Was for him correct and really quite clear.
Had she not married him she'd live in fear,
Now with a home she needn't shed a tear.
