Sati

In this woeful hour
I’ve chosen
To lay myself upon her pyre
For nothing
But sadness remains
Self-immolation
Not unlike Dakshayani’s act
For brighter future
And reunification

Sati

I wish to be consumed
By these merciless flames
With you
For all is meaningless without

Creeping on your burial pyre
Sleeping beside what will again be mine
My love