Poem ‘The Second Skin’ by Satyendra Srivastava from 1992-0403 Sahaja Newsletter (Australia), Page 4

This one is not
The Sita of Ramayana
Nor from Ayodhya
She is Sita from Chapel Street
Hounslow Middlesex sick with
Chronic heart disease
When the nurse asked her to
change
Into something more comfortable
Sita replied
This is the most comfortable thing
Next to my skin I have
The sari is my second skin
I would like to die wearing it
It is my pahchan my identity
Her husband standing nearby
Smiled happily and told the nurse
My dear
Not very long ago
But certainly long before you were born
Some strange Englishmen went to
India
They wanted to turn Indians into
Dark coloured Brits
But they miserably failed
You know why
Because the Sitas of India
Like this one
Never discarded
Their second skin