HERA

She, who is born of Rhea and Cronus,
She, whose name translates to "The Great Lady",
She, who gave birth to the Milky Way,
She, who is the goddess of women and of love,
Of marriage, and of birth;
She, who is the queen of all gods,
She, who's abode is Mount Olympus,
She, who is married to the thunderous Zeus,
She, who has never set her character loose,
She, who's loyalty is immortal,
She, who is beyond beautiful,
She, who is enraged inside,
Due to the tears that she has to hide,
She, who is, Hera ..
She, who is, Hera ...
You ask me, why does she cry?
Well I'll try and tell you why...
Long ago, in a bower, where she seldom strolled,
A cuckoo's gaze caught her hold,
The poor little birdie, so frail and tattered,
Seeing it, Hera's heart had shattered..
She held it close to her bosom,
Trying to heal it with her heat,
But the injured cuckoo became Zeus in no time,
And Hera's innocence, he tried to eat..
Hera warded him off with all her might,
Till the time of her wedding night..
Then the Greeks say, a great love story unfurled,
But when it grew a three hundred year old,
Winds of change blew in Zeus' mind,
And he lost all interest in his wife..
He ran after the more young and fragile,
And got bored in quite a while,
His lust never stood satisfied..
His lust never stood satisfied...
Hera, the great goddess, of marriage and of love,
Whose life had been a treasure trove,
Was losing the love of her life.
Look at the irony of her fate,
The goddess of marriage,
Had her own marriage at stake...
She killed all of Zeus' offspring,
But the ones that were her own,
Homer had called her callous,
But Homer had never known,
How it felt like to be Hera...
Hera, the goddess of women,
Each woman is her reflection,
Each woman is her reflection..
Hera is always held in the bad light,
But every woman will understand her plight,
She was only a jealous wife,
A wounded lover for life..
A wounded lover for life...

~Sukhman K Atwal