Sita's Ram

Sita's Ram 

Sitting alone

in a land far far away...

In a distant part of the world 

her being reverberated with Ram,

each moment, 

every night, every day.

Alone in the Vatika malign,

Her divinity 

 Made the hostile garden too shine...

Tending even to a blade of grass

and blossoms and buds,

The daughter of Earth waited for Ram 

Sitting on a carpet made of mud.

The name of Ram, 

For her gurgled the brook,  

His presence she felt in every nook.

The leaves rustled 

and the sun sweltered bright

In every twinkle  of stars

she saw Ram's light.

When drops of water fell from the clouds

and the welkins shook with thunder loud

Sita sat with her eyes closed 

Uniting with Ram, 

in her heart, she reposed.

Under the shadow of the shimshapa tree

Sita sat composed.

Turbulence often filled her eyes 

but  Ram's name made all her anxiety subside.

When cotton candy clouds floated high...

How she wished upon them she could fly

to be with Ram, 

one with lotus eye.

Filled with Ram's presence in her heart 

Even though they were oceans apart.

She waited for days and nights

Sita defeated Ravan,

With her sublime fight

In the tyrants very own land...

Even before Ram set his foot on Lankas sand.

Shristee Singh