Sita Poem by Madhabi Banerjee
Sita
I loveher
Though I have not seen before
Cleaving soil with the ploughshare
I have taken her away
And mention’thou art SITA’
In sapling on the ground
I have dreamt a dream of crops
As some desire on the top of the tree is laughing
- We exit
Cleaving soil with the ploughshare
I have taken her away
And mention’thou art SITA’
Gazing at your face
I feel and an agreement in my hand.
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