Treasure Island

Neela Nath


On The Page Of Time


Dushyashan too wrote his name
on the page of time, snatching
the robes from Dropodi!
She cried, she shrieked,
but they laughed, they
insulted her as they
thought themselves the
writer of their own lot!
In The Ramayana we read
how Ravana tried to dishonor
Sita and met his doom.
Whoever once humiliated
women could not escape
their eternal fall.
On the page of time
they immortalized their
names as the demon,
like the Lankesh Ravana!

Submitted: Thursday, January 31, 2013
Edited: Saturday, February 02, 2013

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  • * Sunprincess * (1/31/2013 3:15:00 PM)

    I agree dear anyone humiliating women will turn to dust and blow away in the wind.
    this is an incredible write and thanks for writing this one! (Report) Reply

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