My daughter, you look exquisite adorned in red
I’m dripping in the murder of Me
We’ve bought you the most expensive gold necklace
It chokes me, burns into my skin. I am on display. I am sold.
This blood it will not wash off. My hands are soaked in it.
I am undone.
As we place the dupatta on your head, you must look down. Submit yourself to your new Life.
I can’t look up. I will never raise my eyes again. I am bowed.
These tears, my daughter, fall because we will miss you. We have completed our duty and your Beginning awaits you.
These tears, my parents, fall because you fail me. I start my new Life at the End. Scared.