Friday, 7 April 2017

A Woman's Longing

Some nights I am haunted by 
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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