Life of a child-bride

The house suddenly buzzed
with festive activity,
all day i sat silently
listening to the ladies..

all was so new to me,
my mind numb and puzzled,
but the celebrations
kept me a lot dazzled..

When the wedding day came
it turned the bride was "me"
as my parents bid me farewell,
i held them and wailed endlessly.

now i wake up before dawn
and toil without rest all day
and lie with him each night
each moment as if being raped..

"He" whom i called my uncle,
bought me from my poor folks,
The child in me never grew up
when i gave birth to my own !!

now i sit and wonder at times
will my daughter also be sold?
Someone help me break this cycle
before all her dreams are gone!!