Short Sita Poems

donned in Cedar wood
Elevated tree
Of worshipped taboo
Divine oil to blend
Awakens Sita
Restoring ardor

3/20/2021...

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Sita's getting chubby;
"I'm pregnant," she claims.
Ma's henna-tinged hair
bursts into flames.

It never lived
but Ma shrieks "Honor is dead!"
Sita never wanted marriage
but now how will Sita wed?

At thirty-six
Sita's not a child.
That perfect plastic smile
her whole life she's smiled.

Enough!

Ma is on fire.
She burns on the pyre
of dead traditions and parched dreams.
And life goes on....

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Strength is womanish.
Beauty is womanish. 
Nature is womanish. 
Each start and end of love, faith, and 
creation is womanish. 
Besides that, women are still being judged 
for their profession, nature, and work. 
"Maa Sita" had been judged for their purity. 
What changes have occurred until now? 
If we can feel, we can know. 
There is still much need to be more 
womanish in heart and mind to 
understand womanism. ...

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"Till when she will? 
For their few happiness, 
How long she will mourn? 
For the sake of their wealth, 
How long she will sell like this? 
His only mother, daughter,
daughter-in-law, became a sister, 
she will always live like this! 
Like Sita and Draupadi, 
She will wait longer!
Why she is kidnapped? 
She repents even if she is not at fault! 
In those of insidious society,
Then she will pay respect, 
Then she will pay respect!"...

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A dignified statesman, 
A deified ‘Godman,’
A glorified star (of films or sports)
All tumble—
After a Starr report 
Or an HIV test 
Or a dope test.
Or maybe a Watergate 
Or a Coalgate. 
Media reports or media hype?
Whistle blowers
On whistle blowers—ad infinitum. 
God and my God are antithetical?
Is rape the norm—
Where Rama and Sita are worshipped?
Whatever your belief,
Call it Postmodern Era 
Or Kali Yuga
Or what you will, 
Will entropy be the norm?
—	Ram., R. V....

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