For Sita – 1

Not one ounce of ability in me,

Reality from illusion I cannot see.

 

In bewilderment of purpose mired,

From daily fruitive grind always tired.

 

One thing despite no qualification,

I take full comfort in her glorification.

 

Sita, dearest daughter and most beloved wife,

From her name alone worthwhile is living this life.

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