O Sita!: A poem 

Parsuram should have known better 

His feet did all the walking 

I think, I’m locked in the thunder of Indra 

Could he have been a dragon? 

It was just war all over the place 

Kurukshetra was meant to be a deathbed 

And I think of you on the opposite side 

And it steals my thunder 

Arjuna with a sore thumb 

I plumber my own woes 

While the plunder is rapacious 

I think, I’m good at bows and arrows 

But there’s Kama, my indefatigable Karma 

You don’t want to change the world for me, O Sita! 

Though we felt like we walked together in exile 

And the bridges took me there… 

to the place where you were kidnapped by your own father 

Though you walked on burning coals to prove yourself to me, 

it was me who walked through the fire