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.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s