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Navaneetha.G
Sundari Chellama

 

It was the sweet scent of jasmine flowers
That welcomed her
Every morning to her Lord
She was one among his admirers
But with something peculiar.

As her face resembled
A lotus with its elegance
Could she be compared to a Goddess?
Yes, she was all that loveliness
One could embody.

Was she mad, in love?
But the madness consumed her
She became so weak in love
Her glass bangles unfolded
Her yearning for him.

Those corridors of the temple
Recounted their love
Words would be empty
To fill her love for him
To describe her devotion and admiration
It was a love that transcended boundaries
In no time her love for him grew
Into an invincible alliance
But it is strange that
Her love was never reciprocated.

I think every woman in love
In her Deep psyche
Is a Sundari Chellamma,
An epitome of love
When her days got numbered
Could she ever fall so hard again,
But it is true
Any woman who falls in love
Becomes like her.

Did she beg love?
Her man is so unlucky
He did not even recognise her
And her love
Nevertheless,
I have never felt so hard
For any woman in love
Until I heard about Sundari Chellama.

She died in the name
Of love
And for love.
But who celebrated her?

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