Nari

Sita,

a daughter found in the chest of earth,

A princess with thundering eyes, and the heart of soft mellow clouds,

 that drizzle, and at times burst apart with a streak of lightening,

 who could uphold strength and character , with times burning ablaze around her,

the abandoned queen, the sufferer of fate, and yet the goddess, enshrined in our hearts,

 a mother, like a wanderer in the dark green forests, hair aloof on her shoulders,

 the wife, of an ideal King, an ideal son ;the God who succumbed .

Draupadi, 

a princess with a webbed fate,

The wife of five, and the friend of one Supreme,

The one, who created a palace, and succumbed to its illusions,

A body draped in royal jewels, and distraught amidst the lanes of power and lust,

A soul draped in valor and vengeance,

 A body draped with His hands,

The messenger of war, with blood bathed hair,

The power that destroyed , and was lead by the chariot of Gods.

Both were pelted and powered by overpowering stars and crowded lives,

Both were  overthrown by leaps, in their own times,

Both were the shackles of destiny, that burned evil,

The soul of one, relived in another life,

The soul of a Nari.