A poetic scripture of love, silence, exile, and eternal devotion. Part 1: “In His Silence, I Hear My Name” (Sita’s Voice)He does not say,“I love you.” But when he gathers dry leavesso I sleep soft,when he tastes water before I drink,I know —he loves deeper than words. They say he is Dharma.I know. But he is also the handthat shields…
