Sundari Chellama

It was the sweet scent of the jasmine flowers

That welcomed  her every morning  to her  Lord

She was one among his admirers

But something peculiar

About Sundari Chellamma.

As her face resembled  a lotus with its elegance

Could she be compared to a Goddess?

 Yes, she was all that loveliness

One could embody.

Was she mad in love?

But the madness consumed her.

She became so weak in love

Her glass bangles unfolded

Her yearning for him.

Those corridors of the temple

 Recounted their love.

Words would be empty to fill her love for him

To describe her devotion and admiration

It was a love that transcended boundaries.

In no time her love for him grew

 Into an invincible alliance.

But it is strange that

Her love was never reciprocated.

I think every woman in love

 In her Deep psyche

 Is a Sundari Chellamma,

An  epitome of  love.

When her days  got numbered

Could she ever fall so hard again,

But it is true any woman who falls in love

Becomes like her.

Did she beg love?

Her man is so unlucky

He did not even recognise her and her love.

Nevertheless I have never felt so hard

For any woman in love

Until I heard about Sundari Chellama.

She died in the name

Of love and for love.

 But who celebrated her?.

                                                                       Navaneetha.G