Likhari:poetry,poem,the untouchable girl,ks gyani

Again looking back, misty eyed,
She had a glimpse of the departing bride
From the neighboring village, with her princely groom,
Whose turban was adorned with pearls and plume.

She sobbed and heaved a profound sigh,
Yet no one was there to hear her cry.
For someone's love, she yearned so much,
'Would a knight of her dreams, come and touch
Her heart and soul full of desire?
Her rustic charm would he admire?'

Perhaps she knew her father's misery,
Who could never amass a huge dowry
To tint with henna his daughter's hands,
Who was pining to hear the wedding bands.

'Must she go on with her wretched life?
Or partake in the social strife?'

Deep inside her tender heart
A pain welled up to tear it apart,
"How did I become an object of scorn?
Why as untouchable was I born?"