Born from the pyre of fire
to put out the lust of power.
Burnt in the fire of distrust
to prove her pure and chaste.
Burdened with unparalleled sacrifice
to enable him to do his service.
Left alone in the middle of the night
to fight alone with indomitable spirit.
Maybe Draupadi, Sita, Urmila or Yashodhara
baked they are in the society's shameful kiln.
Still they dazzled the world with their divine shine.
Be proud to be one in this timeless stream.
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