Sati ke Aatma ki pukaar


Yeh pratha hai kuch aisi
Dil ka dukh aankhon mai khun ke jaisi
Jalte hue badan ki aah
Jaise jalte koyle ki rah

Darindon ka kaisa yeh sulukh?
Kya aisa hi hota hai sukh?
Prashn hai Sati naari ka
Kusoor kya uski jindagi ka?

Dhakela jisne bhabhakte aag mai
Kya dard bhara dil na tha usme?
Ek or khoye saathi ki peeda
Toh doosri or santaap ka keeda

Dhakela,kheencha, jhapta
Mai roi, cheekhi, chillaai
Parantu kisi ke dil mai naa hui kast ki sunvai
Annt mai aag ne apni godi mai mujhe lipta

Ek hi hai mera prashn
Kya hai yeh ek jashn ?
Aisi hai sati ke Aatma ki pukaar
Nyay ka bass hai intezaar

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This self composed poem in hindi gives an imagination to the readers of a girl/lady who is burnt alive in the name of practice. The practice of Sati is yet practiced in some villages today and this poem not only lays emphasis to the situation today but also portrays the situation of girls in earlier times who were compelled to burn in fire with their dead husband. It is a poem related to Indian cultural practice which was performed in earlier times and might be even today at certain places. However it\'s a pleasure to have a law now against it. ?