Because Sita's World Was Rama
She had the choice of a life free of unrest, While her husband went on his 14-year arrest, But she chose to go with Rama, Because Sita’s world was Rama. It was tough eating only fruits and berries, It was tough sleeping on the hard floor, bearing the pain of bristling briers, It was tough not to fear the sounds and sights of the wilderness and its fires, But she was good for it, because Sita’s world was Rama! She stood shoulder to shoulder with Rama, Bore his misfortune as her own, Accepted his destiny as her own, Because Sita’s world was Rama! When the King of Lanka snatched her by treachery, She fought back hard, though in vain, against his butchery, She bravely bore the pain of the kidnapping drama, Because Sita’s world was Rama! She lived frugally amidst the lap of luxury, Sleeping on cold, hard stone, surviving on air alone, Keeping her husband free from Lanka’s debt, Because Sita’s world was Rama! She waited patiently as she heard,...