The golden deer ran beyond her reach Perhaps it did not exist She just longed to have a glimpse
Within a circle she stood, watching Deer disappeared in the jungle With Palash in full bloom, wild bushes on floral fire Aranya seemed to whisper: Beware, Beware!
The boundary was to keep her safe from phantom tongues of flames, but she crossed anyway to be tricked by fraudulent faith.
Marooned on the island of demonic greed she waited for relief - lived in repentant denial.
When asked to prove her truth, she emerged unscathed - a Goddess on holy pyre.
