Poem - Sita Asks

The following poem was presented at The International Society of Poets’ Convention and Symposium held in Washington D.C. on 19th August 2005 at which I received the ‘Outstanding Achievement in Poetry’ Award.



SITA ASKS


Eleven months in Ravana’s Lanka

In tears and grief with no relief

Save thoughts of you

My Ram, Sri Ram


To prove my virtue

Had not been tainted

To appease the crowd

That doted on you

You deemed it needful

I enter the pyre

A test of faith

The burning pew


Agni Deva led me through

His fiery presence burning seething

To peace and calm vows renewed

Though my heart was hurting bleeding


I ponder now O Ram, Sri Ram

Had my body turned to ashes

In your deed of righteousness

Pawning my life in the embers

Would you not have crowned

As your consort another bedmate

A dutiful woman doubtless royal


The purity within me

Needs no testing

Nor penance

Severe or slight


Though an incarnation

Of Vishnu the serpent-hooded

You were born a man

Handsome godly full-blooded

Not fully absolved nor dissolved

Of the temptation of woman


Show yourself worthy Ram Sri Ram

Of my selfless devotion pure divine

Step into the fire Ram O Ram

Prove your chastity

As I did mine.


പ്രഭ

*****


11 views0 comments

Recent Posts

See All

Editorial - June 2021

Let me first thank you all for the warm appreciation showed by enjoying the inaugural edition of 'Thalukal'. Though the idea of a Newsletter was very exciting, we were a bit anxious that if we would r