Compromise Poem by Prem Nizar Hameed

Here I show some frames for you:
Ayodhya is a place where we see
a rare combination of Ram and Sita;
It is not their hours in the palace
that we nourish and care for that matter;
It is every thorn they cross over,
and every emotion they spend together
through the thickest forest that we focus;
Honey moon left in the palace though
married life is there in the forest,
if flowers of compromise bloom in the hearts!