A culture thousands of years old
The most ancient survived civilization
From the folds of history and its mould
From the cauldron of traditions old
Two women survived time
Their tales of woebegone
Quietly chime, through the female tradition passed on
In tales narrated of male glory
In tales of patriarchal valour
Their valour in deep quarries
For they were blamed for epic battles
To weak men, their strength have always unsettled
Sita and Draupadi were their names
In both their shroud held immense pain
Both were audacious, slandered victimized and avenged
Betrayal of their own husbands left them unhinged
They lived their lives always head held high
They were women of steel
They never knew to kneel
Against the battles strewn in life.
When patriarchy could not fail them in their lives
In their death their misgivings revived
for
Sita was blamed for Ramayana
Draupadi for Mahabharata.
Inklings from Deepanjali 