O' Sita!
O my Sita..
Your sanctity and chastity was your repute
Your love and devotion was your paradigm
O' Sita
Why O why?
Why didn't you stand up for your honour?
Wasn't your ardor enough for your probity?
O' Sita
You were the cynosure of all eyes
Had you stood up,
No man would have audacity to trait a virtuous moral
O' my Sita
Your Silence immolated ions of embodying quashed hope
Lost in reverie of bitter chaotic realms
Alas!
Many a sita now chagrinned to her own obliques
-Dimpy Bajwa