In innocence’s bloom, she stands, a child bride,
Bound by customs, traditions, and societal tide.
Her tender heart, a fluttering bird confined,
To wedlock’s chains, her fate unkind.
Betrothed before she knew love’s gentle touch,
Her dreams eclipsed by duty’s stern clutch.
A doll in white, adorned with fleeting smiles,
Conceals a soul weighed down by trials.
Her laughter, a facade, masking silent tears,
Echoes of childhood lost in the passing years.
She dances to tunes of another’s design,
In shadows cast by vows she must align.
Her youthful gaze holds secrets untold,
Innocence tarnished, by expectations bold.
Yearning for freedom’s elusive embrace,
In the prison of tradition, she finds no solace.
Yet amidst the darkness, a flicker of hope,
A whisper of defiance in the silent scope.
For she is more than a pawn in the game,
A spirit resilient, with ember of flame.
May she find refuge in the arms of dawn,
And rewrite the tale that society has drawn.
For every child bride, a story to reclaim,
A future of promise, beyond tradition’s chain.
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