For Sita – 39

To task of contemplating this mind to send,

Not difficult since in her glories no end.


If to write this day, tomorrow and another,

Still never to properly describe the divine mother.


When from doubt and defeat hopes start to fade,

Her name and character to give protecting shade.


Her marriage story this broken heart to please,

Rightfully matched with Rama lifting bow with ease.


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