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The King was weak and strangled by his Queen,
She the evil stepmother, wicked and mean.

Handsome he was, but Rama was banished,
With his beautiful Sita, to the jungle they vanished.

Simple their life was, but love was rich.
The trees were their palace, free from that witch.

Our Lord would hunt as Sita built their home,
But she wasn’t as safe, staying all alone.

The ten-headed Ravan caught a glimpse of her beauty,
To take her, he thought, was his divine duty.

Ram returned, from his daily Shi… Continue

Each hour he sweats to make ends meet,
Resolutely labouring in sweltering heat.

Hands like bark but arms like twig,
Driving little princes and madams so big.

Not his intention but the card he was dealt.
Is it his idiocy or punishment for guilt?

Home is an idyll - not this vibrant catarrh,
but Gandhiji's paisa lured him this far.

Darkness to darkness - he forgets the sun's light,
Bootleg whisky his evening delight.

Is this a life or a hideous curse? He smiles and thanks God.
It could be much… Continue

A sudden chill stabs at my cheeks,
Both reddening in mournful grief.
No more are those warming weeks,
Behind my smile sits gritted teeth.

Farewell the balmy starry skies.
I knew you would leave me.
But I hate goodbyes.