She was shocked, speechless and aghast,
At the revelations happening before her.
In the forest, she once called home,
She was left abandoned.
He, who once held her hand,
Vowed to love and protect her
Left her homeless, without words, in despair.
His blood in her womb, she thought he cared.
Sad and dejected she built a cocoon
Calling it home, she nurtured her womb.
He who once fought the world for her,
Could not fight his own.
Her hands pained from holding on,
Year after year of waiting on,
Hoping to catch a glimpse of him.
But now she waited no longer.
The Daughter of the Earth, Warrior heart of Mithila,
Decided to be brave again.
He was now King, her husband was a past.
A queen in hermitage, follow her Dharma she must.
She taught her children his deeds,
All wonderful and brave,
She taught them dignity was greater
So was love and faith.
She saw them grow up, singing his praises.
The war between father and sons forced her to intervene.
She smiled hurt at the King, she did not know.
He was alone, yet she had lost her hope.
He who had once been her soul was not brave enough for her
Standing before her hands folded in silence
Yet with very less to apologize for.
Karma made him follow his Dharma, said
She smiled in forgiveness. tears and closure.
What was she expecting? The flickering hope was long dead.
She called upon her Mother Earth, invoking her in prayers
To perish within her with all her pain, finally being free from despair.
Her character questioned, her trust shaken,
She had no reason to live in this society longer.
He now understood what he lost,
Was it more than the crown and its duty?
Perhaps, because he never realised until now,
She lived and died with grace, self-esteem and pride,
Holding on to their love,
But letting go of him.
~ Suranya
(06.09.2018)
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