A Prayer

A protest poem, a prayer to Lord Ram, by Rajashree, exclusively for Different Truths.

Hey Ram, 
My dear, ever revered, Lord!
Now that the palace at Purushottam
Is blemished and in its ruins,
Right to death obviously is
Conferred on you,
As the stream of repentances
Warrants critical appreciation and
Regulations as well
Over self, own cloudy deeds.

Oh, my Lord!
Please allow me
To wipe out and expunge
The black spots rendered by
The radiance flux of moonlight
From and out of your
Dark-skinned body,
To abrade your feet and remove
The muds of dusky dusts
Just as illuminated light of
Ayodhya wilts at dawn
And to rid of your memory
Associated there to.

Picture design by Anumita Roy, Different Truths