Potent Garden Tales

First published in Different Truths

Each garden weaves a new story.
The garden where I was born, 
had roses that bloomed between
thorns. There was a garden where

Sita waited to be rescued, chaste, 
hoping she remained unraped. 
Why? Did she not know of Kali who 
killed demons when men failed? 

Could Kali ever be made 
unchaste by the fear of rape? 
In that garden, Sita waited for 
the man who worshipped Durga 

to win a war...

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