Sunday, 14 June 2015



Circumambulating the holy fire

I ceased to be me
Our souls  became one
My trust I reposed in you

Imprisoned on the tiny island

O! Rama , thou built a bridge of faith
Rescued  my loneliness 
My trust trumpted to victory

Alas! My joys shortlived

A washerman stained my shadow
Your Kingdom cast a doubt
your  wedding wows unfulfilled

Holy flames untouched me

My trust in you charred
reduced to ashes my soul
Did Sita question your chastity?

with indignity , I refuse to live
Mother Earth, open up your bosom

Deep down your crust,  I trust 
To be buried peacefully.


Written for  :  A Prompt Each Day