Rama, Rama, Rama
The only word that I heard since the day I layed eyes on him
Rama, Rama, Rama
Being exiled was not a problem, if I could be with him
Rama, Rama, Rama
I chanted this over and over when Ravana took me to Lanka
Rama, Rama, Rama
The name of my beloved Swami
He would save me, I was sure of it
Rama, Rama, Rama
Ravana could not touch me as long as my love for him stayed true
Rama, Rama, Rama
That one word is what kept me going during the time I speant in that Demon's home
Rama, Rama, Rama
He would not have exiled me of his own will
Rama, Rama, Rama
My wonderful children
They looked just like him
Rama, Rama, Rama
My prescence on this earth was no longer needed
I shall return to my mother
Rama, Rama, Rama
He was the last thing I saw
Rama, Rama, Rama
The last thing I heard
Rama, Rama, Rama
He was the reason I had come to this earth, and he was the reason I left
Rama, Rama, Rama
My undying love is what kept me alive, and it is what killed me
Rama, Rama, Rama
As I closed my eyes for the last time, one word replayed in my head
Rama, Rama, Rama
-A Poem from Sita's Point of View on the Ramayana
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A Journey of Truth
SpiritualA book about my view on Hindu Mythology Will contain: -Poems -Short Stories -Drabbles -Anylizations
