Two cannibals from different continents fought with each other. Both of them claimed: “We treat our women and children better.” As they where fighting their women and children ran away in search of ‘Liberty’.
O Sita! My daughter!
In my dreams you would flutter.
And disappear without any warning
As quick as lightening.
I sinned when I abandoned her.
My guilt searched everywhere.
I send spies to know
What became of her, Oh!
[I left my little one in the forest
Heeding the prophesies of my superstitious
Ministers. Why did I do it?
Was it fear? But, then…]
…I was in my prime of youth,
Filled with the courage of lions.
I did stand for the ‘truth’
And with strength bend irons.
I had sons thereafter
Who grew to be like me.
But, it is not them I am after.
My daughter is more dear to me.
[There is no greater love than that of a father for his daughter.
I realised it too late. Too late. But then…]
…Aryans educated her, indoctrinated her
With their obscure culture.
She learned not the values
That a Dravidian stands for.
O Lord Siva! She married an Aryan.
Her destiny is to be an Aryan’s slave.
He himself is a slave
To the snobbish sages’ orthodoxy.
[Dravidians never enslave their women, nor do they follow the barbaric
Manusmrithi, or the demonic
Caste system. But, then…]
…I have to win her back
And gift her our Freedom.
I want her back
To be the Queen of my egalitarian Kingdom.
I must steal, to set her free
The Aryans who maimed my
…Will a caged bird,
who loves her cage,
Wish to soar the skies
and taste the nectar of Liberation?
The Freedom of some
Is the Slavery of another.
A Hero for some
Is the Villain for another.