Sita

Sita

Sita,  epitome of wisdom, loyalty and sacrifice 

Was she so speechless amidst patriarchy at play?

Was she so meek, not to reprove her husband from sending her away?

Janaki daughter of King Janaka and Sunaina was as beautiful as a newly bloomed lotus.

Elder sister to Urmila, Mandavi and Shrutkirti was a vision ethereal, a pink blush

Vaidehi was King Videha’s daughter favourite,  his pride, his love and strength 

The philosopher King had observed the tender, gleeful and tenacious girl at length.

She followed the sagacious one as his own shadow.

Keenly attended discussions, debates, arguments and commandments as a grown.

Looked after the philosophers and sages who graced their Kingdom always.

Maithili was a cook superior, had learnt from her generous mother in many ways.

Food she cooked nutritious, healthy and soul satisfying.

With time she grew up to be a girl slender, beautiful and glowing

Not was she just beautiful  but her soul emanated wisdom outwardly.

Well versed was she in Brahmanakas and Upanishadas  and  learnt voraciously.

She picked up the Pinaka, Shivas’ own bow single handedly.

Hence, Pinaka became a blessing, a harbinger  of her swayamwara candidly.

The one who lifted it would marry the mesmerising Maithili.

Shri Rama she wed, the monogamous Rama was devoted, caring and magnanimous.

Understanding perfect they had between themselves, letters were superfluous.

A calamity struck the first born son of Dasaratha, Kaikeyi being impetuous.

He had to relinquish his Prince hood  and leave the palace instantaneously.

Twelve years of forest life he had to undergo rigorously.

So, was ordained by Kaikeyi the second queen of King Dashrath vehemently.

As was Laxmana stubborn so was Sita, Informed of her decision  to her beloved Rama bluntly.

She would follow him in exile, utterly.

 Isn’t he man enough to look after her on the many dangers that he claims repeatedly?

The exile was full of dangers, monsters and ferocious animals.

The life was hard, the life was enjoyable, sometimes life was accidental.

She enjoyed the water bodies, the rain , the lush green meadows and the fast flowing rivers in the plains. 

The exile though a struggle, bonded the newly wed into a profound relation.

The trio debated and discussed about what is dharma and adharma with passion.

Vaidehi would speak straight, sometimes even harsh and bitter.

Shri Ram would appreciate her straight forward ways, her many moods and many facets.

He understood her dedication, her loyalty and her piety.

He was in love with his goddess and saw himself the happiest even in the forest.

The happiness was short lived, a golden deer she saw.

 Persuading Shri Ram to go behind, as she was in awe.

Leaving Laxman for her protection, he left reluctantly to get the golden deer. 

Mayavi, magical Maricha was in the guise of the deer.

He lead away Shri Ram, but Maricha soon collapsed by Rama’s arrow dangerous.

The deceitful mimicked  Rama’s voice calling Sita.

The anxious Sita, panicked and persuaded Laxman  to help Sri Ram.

Ravana, the Dashanana came near the hamlet in the guise of a sage.

He compelled Sita to step out, dragged the unaware lady, such a rage.

The  mystifying Vimana abducted her to Lanka.

She struggled, she called, she fought, she teared raw.

Nothing deluded , nothing stopped Ravana from taking her away.

The Vimana flew relentless till the golden towers of Lanka shone reflecting rays.

Rama dropped her jewellery en-route for her beloved Shri Ram.

Shri Ram looked for his Sita deep within the forest, in the complete realm.

He beseeched the trees and pleaded with the animals to help him find his beloved.

Ram and Laxman found allies in Hanuman and the ape army aggressive.

They crossed the sea on Ram Setu, the boulders floating as if animate.

A huge war ensued both sides trying their best; one by one met with death.

Kumbhakarna, Indrajeet, all  ending with Ravana being hit by Shri Ram’s arrow swift.

It was time to rescue the princess, waiting resiliently for her Prince.

Sita had sat stoically in the garden of Ashoka trees.

 Ignoring snickers and sharp words of the rakshasies.

She had steadfastly shunned Ravana ‘s overtures, making him furious.

Her Prince arrived victorious, meeting his lady love with emotions poignant.

Yet it was proclaimed by the Prince to test her purity.

She had questions  on her face, about her insurity. 

Shri Ram was adamant he had questions many about her stay in lanka.

Where did she stay,  eat, who were her companions?

The patient Sita understood the pain

Her Prince though very much in love was jealous and tensed. 

The test of purity was taken and excelled, thus accepting the divine Goddess once again.

She walked behind him quietly, she had thoughts too many, words too few to say.

She was happy and peaceful in her days in Ayodhya.

She did what was right, still spoke true words.

Did things which agreed with her heart.

She was now mature , caring, a visionary, a queen admirable.

Yet again foul words were spoken, character disdained.

Cheap thoughts subscribed and spread.

Yet again the King was sad, the King was angry and the King was stressed.

The purushottam declared,  but could not see in her eyes.

He commanded Laxman to leave his sister in law in the forest.

She heard her tearful brother-in-law and shut her eyes.

She gulped and took a deep breath. 

She informed him of her expectant state. 

Replete of emotions she was, the murmurs she had heard.

Still this was an unexpected measure.

She opened her eyes after a minute full and looked up to Laxman with composure.

She blessed him a long life and asked to be left at the sage Valmiki’s ashram.

She did not pity herself, she had no anger against. 

Never she asked for attention, never she found any discomfiture 

Vaidehi was divine, she was a full circle in herself.

Shri Ram never completed her, she made him complete.

Pleasantly she spent her years at the sages’ ashram.

Two little saplings had come to the world.

Luv and Kush, symbol of love between Ram and Sita.

The twins were brilliant, agile, superior souls, obedient to the core.

Sage Valmiki taught them well,warfare as well as vedas.

Their mother narrated the story of Shri Ram, the King of Ayodhya.

There was no longing, desperation or vindication.

It was her tolerance, righteousness, an ethical code to narrate about their family lore.

She was found from Mother Earth; her mother had cooed loving words when in her arms.

She had promised her womb in case a situation goes wrong

She was beyond surprise or elation, had performed duties till her patience permited

A chance meet with Luv and Kush with Shri Ram brought her forth.

Her husband implored her to be back, he was jubilant to see his sons valorous and sharp.

He requested her yet another purification test to be passed.

The fair one gave a smile and paused. Firmly she spoke to him.

Sita was always pure, impure is the mind of people; It negates integrity and honour.

Substitutes it with ego and false power, lofty preach.

I wish no part in the structure, where women struggle to earn a rightful niche.

I have performed my duties to the fullest, do not seek a palace or a throne.

I have brought the boys with utmost care alone.

Now it is your turn to teach dharma of this mortal world.

She took a step back and closed her eyes.

Silence reigned, Vaidehi was epitome of emancipation in a woman’s guise.

She folded her hands and called out Bhumi devi to encompass her in her abode.

The earth rumbled and bhumi split to take her in her fold.

Sita stepped ahead and vanished from the planet of the mortal world.

Remained eternally in the hearts of you, me and innumerable .

It is a lie that she was weak,  to call her a mere follower, is a fable.

She did not languish in forests, song of a wrong bard.

It was her decision, it was her steely heart. 

She was a woman accomplished who made a hard choice.

Lived it in dignity and independence, silence and poise.

Sita, you are so difficult to emulate.

Give me your silent strength , give me your wisdom

You are ever misread.

To understand your mindfulness and serene non-duality.

Anuradha Singh

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