I woke up to this dream
Call it a vision of an alternate reality
One in which we rewrite our myths
So they can save us from ourselves
Here is a story,
One in which no temples were razed to build mosques
And no mosques were demolished to build temples
In this story, our Hero Rama leaves his kingdom for a forest
And falls in love with it
So much so, that when he returns from his exile
He brings back seeds and a sapling
And plants them where he was born
Now, its a sacred forest
That witnesses civilizations rise and fall
Forest fires burn. Trees are felled. Drought scorches it
But the forest comes back to life again
This forest could have been Ram’s temple
One in which every cell of every tree breathes his name
RAM RAM RAM
Sukoon 