Sita Speak
Sita, speak your side
of the story
We know the other too
well
Your father married
you to a prince
Told you to be pliable
as the bow
In your husband’s hand
Didn’t you notice Ram
broke the magic bow?
They say you the ideal
daughter,
Bowed your head in
obedience
As you were sent away
With your husband you
choose exile
Suffered privation,
abduction
And then rejection-
The chastity test of
the scorching flames,
Could those flames
turn to flowers?
Without searing the
soul
They say you the ideal
wife;
You questioned him not
And let him have his
way
The poets who wrote
your story
Said: a woman is not
worthy of hearing
The Ramayana; like a
beast she is fit only for beaten
Could such poetry ever
bring you glory
Yet they spoke their
verses without challenge
And with such
falsehood got away
Sita speak
You who could lift the
magic bow in play
With one hand
Who could command the
earth with a word
How did they silence
you?
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