I am Janaki

I am Janaki whose name,
can be heard and sung,
in Ramayana as the better half.
I am the baby,
who was digged out,
and enthroned in Mithila.
I am the bride,
for whom Lord Rama,
bowed his arrow.
I am the mother,
of little crouncha birds,
who questioned their father.
I am the woman,
who accompanied the half,
and detained by the half,
in the same wild forest.
I am the woman,
who ensnared agni,
to prove the chastity.
I am the woman,
who embraced mother Earth
with tears for dignity.

Grand old mango tree

I was a small seed
sleeping under the soil.
I was alone and weary
and expects new friends;
but, my hope was in vain.
I slept for hours near the path.
When the rain came,
I was awakened from my sleep,
and leaves sprouted from me.
Sun came and golden fruits arose.
Years gone and I became,
the grand old mango tree,
which gave you yellow fruits.
I nourished the little kids,
with my sweet smelling fruits
and cool lovely breeze.