<h1>Urmila, his wife</h1>
Stoically she has sat,
Giving no hint of her loss:
Not a word, not a glance
From those beautiful eyes
That gaze upon shame and suffering.He only gave her his blessing-
Only touched her hair
As she touched his feet,
And even though it was farewell
To her, he looked to his brother,
With whom he must' go
And spend fourteen years;
Dutiful Urmila, daughter of Mithila,
Must stay behind to stitch back together
What Kaikeyi has pulled to pieces.Dasaratha lies dying- Rama has gone.
No Bharatha, nor Mandavi,
No Shatrughna nor Shrutakirti
To help flowerlike Urmila
Bear the first, greatest burden
Of a father's death.No going with Bharatha,
With all of Ayodhya,
To Chitrakoota;
Dutiful, docile, husband-less Urmila
Must stay in the palace
With the other wives.The war of Dharma and Adharma
Will be fought for Sita;
Shrutakirti will hold Shatrughna's hand,
As they think of their prince;
Mandavi will serve Bharatha
As he rules the kingdom
In Rama's name-
The name of Bharatha will be immortal
While Bharatha is still alive.And still nothing is left
For Urmila-
Fourteen years of cold, silent palaces,
And a colder ,empty bedPerhaps Sumitra may understand;
For she has sent a son to the forest,
A son who was not banished.And he has left Urmila alone.
It represents urmilla's deep pain...
Me too feeling sad after reading this..
how much she bear and still no one shows her pain and loneliness..