Ram Sita

Sita was late again. She saw the railway track “In a few seconds I can be free.”

But the milk came rushing to her chest; where she had nestled together the pain, the joy, and the duty of being a mother.

At home Ram waits with a stick in hand.

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Perspective

Heads down in fear,or 

bowed to the almighty

Hands tied, Held together

By force, or 

in prayers

Dead silence

As they wait

Three in a row

Silence of death

As they break free

Three in a row

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