Sita poured her heart out
To the silent trunks and endless trees
“If nature were my lover
I’d sing about no city,
No paens, I’d write about its glory.
Fear no ridicule,
Neither would I cringe at mockery
I’d rush into its serene embrace
And trail through shadowy trees.
Into the balmy forest laden with mahogany
Rosewood and ebony, I’d walk for hours
Breathing scents, woodsy, tangy and spicy,
That have long mesmerized me.
I’d let its arms comfort me
Be spellbound by jungle’s sorcery
That leads me away from the throbbing city.
No visitor I’d need,
For solitude would be my sole company,
And sunlight would stream through trees.
Into the yarn of my life, each moment
I’d string pearls of beauty, blissfully.
A forest dweller for life, I’d be.
I’d bid goodbye to all,
Sigh though my heart yearns
No more shall Ayodhya see me…”
©Mumtaz N Khorakiwala
(Batool Idrish Siamwala)
Picture courtesy: yapo zhou
This poem is pure fiction, by no means does it intend to hurt religious sentiments.