Sita's Fortune Poem by Ravikumar C.P.

She deserves to be called the mother of Universe;
Will a thousand Rama measure up to her? The very name
Ramayana is an injustice done to Sita -
For whom was the bridge built? Her sighs? The game
Of destruction, for whom was it played? The war ended,
And Sita stepped out of her cage:
What had Rama to offer her? A look of suspicion!
Was anything left for Sita? But for a roaring blaze?
Public consent was only an excuse. But Sita won the case.
She stood in the fire, cool as moon's rays.
Her greatness is unmatched: the suspicion
Which rocked the man perhaps crossed her mind as well.
But did she say a word? Did she seek public approval?
Smiling, she approached Raghava, and stood by his side.