Stay well,my dear,

Each time for the sake of your welfare

I sacrificed myself.

My immense mental distress remains

behind your fame of being kind to your people.

I have to sacrifice my love for the sake of your greatness.

I am woman.

I have lightened your proud burning myself like the flame of a candle .

You needed only a golden image of Sita,

neither a wife,nor a lover .

So I had to enter into the Earth,

Exile of love for ever!

You are always proud of your own syvalry.

You need women only for cooking, enjoyment and doing your works.

So she can be won over in dice .

The young daughter of King becomes engaged in the service of a cruel sage.

Daughter of a king is given to a sage like wealth.

 She is handed over several times!

Royal bride like Droupadi gets physically insulted in a full royal assembly!

You never cared about woman's mental status,her love,her quality or her education.

Your only focus is towards your own deed, syvalry and fame.

So the enlightened 'Ksana' succumbed to death by cutting her own tongue in her own hand !

Sikha Ray