Her father has died long ago when she was child
And her mother brings them up by renting their
little house, a young man of twenty two a central
government employee and unmarried takes their
house on rent, she is dark but beautiful so the
man gives a proposal to her mother to marry her
in the process of negotiation the man demands
huge money as dowry because she is not fair
and he does a good job, how her mother can
arrange that hefty money so the negotiation
breaks down, the girl becomes very sad but
resolute herself to earn money more for her
and for her family, as she thinks so is her
works so she stands at the corner of the rail
way station under dark near a telephone pole
on his way to return home from office the man
Kalikanta before thinking anything and surely
without his knowledge that she is Malati asks
‘’how much? ’’ she is little bewildered and for a
moment out of her sense and to her appears
the scene where this man once asked her age
when she was shown to him for her marriage
purpose so she answers nineteen as if he is asking
her age, then the man says how much money
she demands for a night, getting back to her
sense, then she sternly says for him only nothing
less than thousand bucks! ! !
Sad but real that in name of culture we raze the buds of future well done to preach this message
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a story in terms of a nice sketch of a poem problems every where