Born of fires

Child of earthen wombs.

The much married

Virgin.

She married five men.

Yet she stood alone.

Blood for her tresses.

Passion her throne.

She still fends for herself.

Beseeching only the divine.

The lipstick under her burkha

She still claims her rights

I am mine.

Paanchali

The five manned woman

She is a goddess

Of fires and earthen wombs.