Even though there is so much treachery against me,
I did not apple-polish Parvati
to convince Lord Shiva
to destroy the world
For, I am Lord Vishnu coming aground
in a new avatar, to preserve all I can
Even if Ravan has so many inevitable clutches
like his innumerable heads
You know my Sita was devi as well
She never transgressed the Lakshman-rekha
How could I shatter an unbreakable bow to win her over
and, later, shed every iota of energy in me to reclaim her
and then ingloriously deny her loyalty?
Is kingdom greater than eternal love?
So, I consign myself to a pretentious decorum
to escape my deafening grief
And I am filled with remorse to beseech Lakshmi,
who had incarnated as my Sita, for any wealth
For my Sita disappeared without a lament into the earth
just like my Mother Saraswati, aeons before her!
I am irate to ask: Is love for me, God, only like an unavoidable sorrow
that I have to sacrifice, to keep the wings of eternity flying?
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