Draupadi's love for five,
and on some others,
By Kunti's passion to survive,
Ahalya's eyes closed in pleasure
Tara's dalliance with the moon
Other nights, I am Mandodari
Cursed to wed the cause
Of great destruction of her clan
Tonight, I turn to you and ask
Was I never to receive,
That gift of longing
Which Sita was bestowed
and thwarted for her love
of this very earth?
Your smile held answers
like the cosmic egg;
forever pregnant,
fecund with transience
bound to boundlessness
of eternity. Silence.
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