I am Jocasta,the Grecian lady,
who underwent all miseries.
I am the mother;who
became wife of own son.
I am the grandmother;who
gave birth to grandchildren.
I am the Theban lady,who
was the wife of an immature king,
who kidnapped legacy of Elis.
I was the womb;
who carried the swollen foot,
and his offsprings too.
I am the queen;
who hanged myself.
And I am Jocasta,the being
who underwent all sufferings
an earthly apparition could have.
Friday, February 15, 2019
Jocasta;the tragic being
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