I………
Sir…..
My ovaries will never recover.
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my hearts burn, physically and emotionally
I see great Hanuman from far away,
He asks me to dress up to see my prince
My heart flutters, alas, I will obey
I near Rama, his face shifts to a cringe
Amidst a sudden change, I feel the sting
Of rejection from one I held so dear
He claims my loyal has taken wing
And bids me go, my fire is now near
As fiery tongues licked at my very soul,
The heat scorched and singed, as I formed a tear
Wondering if this test would let me achieve my goal
Among the flames, my heart did quake with fear
And so I waited on this ground, heart ablaze
For the fire proved me loyal, until the end of days
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