When my younger daughter created the above art, which she calls the "Ramayana Cards" series I was inspired to pen the below. Read on......

Out of the ground she came,

A 'child of the soil' fame,

Ideal daughter to a king,

Picked an excellent suitor, from a ring.

'Twas fun with him for years,

Until banishment with her dears,

Forest life was long and hard,

No distress, all a lark. 

Then events her bro-in-law spun,

Caused a brother to seek revenge,

A learned man, otherly wise,

Turned a rakshasa with premise!

Against her will & by force,

Abducted, taken to a faraway shore,

A captive, hunted by loved ones, 

Was sullied but not yet broken.

Purushottam, for the rescue gathered,

A ragtag band of devoted followers,

Much, much before Helen of Troy,

An army had launched for Sita Mai!

A war was waged and roundly won,

Seemingly whole, Mai came home,

Summarily her chastity was questioned,

A trial by fire cruelly summoned.

Here's how the story should've turned,

A different route, need to have taken,

Instead of quiet and uncontested submission,

Societal boors should've rebelled against.

Tossed her mysteriously demure nature,

Finally rethought her trial by feuer?

Been long, since being carried away

Stepped upto claim, what's rightfully hers.

This card represents the tough one,

Someone that wont take it lying down,

She's the Mai the world needs now,

Sita redrawn, repainted and reborn!