Theme: Pyre

Sita's Pyre

Fearless fluid 

spilled her spirit,

Boundless haze

of giving and caring.

A golden desire

crossed the line,

turning her world

frozen white.

A fire she lit,

her saviour

embraced.

Sizzling flames

caressed her pain. 


To the beast

she begged-

burn my shame,

let passions drown,

for they sweep my heart.

Folded hands, she

bellowed, crackled,

urged the sacred-

Engulf me alive. 


Wilful they stood

to burn her alive,

Arson of words

fuel for fire.

As for her,

what comes of gold,

tossed to flames

jewel, not ash.

Sweltering her soul

a flame in pyre,

free to dance

one with fire,

to die and live

pious and wild.

 

 

Image Copyright - Suruchi Arora

30-Jan-2023

More By  : Dr. Suruchi Arora

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