Sita Speaks Poem by MOLOY BHATTACHARYA

Oh! listen Lord Rama
and answer my questions
that inflict my pure heart
and make me guilty to people.
I suffered a lot for you,
went in exile for fourteen years.
It was your weakness and shame
that you failed to save my honour.
Ravana took me away
and made me a captive
but I always kept him away from me.
On my return, you slurred me unchaste,
I had to walk the holy fire
As you suspected my fidelity.
I returned to the mother Earth
leaving you and the society
That denies my dignity.
As a woman, I seek justice
from you Lord Rama, answer me.