Oh Sita!
Oh Sita Divine
Mother mine
Won’t you tell your mother
Her love to shower
On a lonely soul
Forlorn and cold…
When in anguish you cried
With her arms opened wide
She took you back home
Never let you roam.
I was not found in Mithila
To be raised by King Janaka
Not traversed dark forests
With Rama and Lakshmana.
No golden deer have I espied
By ten headed Ravana not seized.
Among fearful demons in the asoka grove
I have not grieved awaiting rescue
Yet, please put in a word
For a soul battered
Her warm bosom
To take me in
This unfeeling world
I would leave behind
Swathe myself
In her sweet smelling earth.
- Shail Mohan (Sept 2008)
Reposted from shail-mohan blogs @ sulekha.com
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Sweet…you are talented, lady
as tho’ that was a secret, anyway!
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Wow! Thank you Ganga!!
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Shailji, this is so heartfelt and so beautiful, even though it is a lament. Would you mind if I joined you in the lament? I couldnt have written it better
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Not at all Rashmi! And I know how you feel coz that’s exactly how I feel when I read some of your writings!
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i can empathize with the feeling in this poem!
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Swathi, I am lost for words!!
You commenting on a poem??!!
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this is one poem, i could FEEL…. i tried others… no… others are STILL NOT making any sense to me… lol…
***had a slight hope that FINALLY my poetic-part of brain started working, but it hadnt***
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I’ve never felt bad that I can’t write poems! Who else can speak my heart for me…except you (my mom!!) Love you mumma
(((((hugs)))))
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Thank you Bubbly!!
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