I remember the salubrious fruits we shared
in our little thatched home in a forest in the foothills
Our exile did not recluse us like hermits, but we were
adored by gatherings of all the lovely animals
in a cohabitation, likened to the meeting of unicorn and lion
And we shared honey with the bears, and nuts with the squirrels
How does a frontier collapse where vegetation dies
with an abduction of love? Is love so precariously ensconced
among flowers that it can be plucked out so viciously?
And did I not make war because it had to be regained?
How one sacrifice to acquire compels another sacrifice
to relinquish? Must eternity subsist on a separation
O Sita! that your beta must always be prised away from my alpha!
Do we owe destiny our involuntary estrangement? Does destiny
only owe us just a little snapshot of our love, that we must remember
our eternal love, so temporarily, only to forget ourselves
because of the demands of fate and obligation in a sacrifice
to keep destiny’s cycles revolving! And I am determined not
to accommodate or forgive the perpetrators of crimes
even if that means I have to deny and forgo all that I love and cherish!
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