Came across a touching poem. It talked about Sita's crossing of Laxman Rekha. I had a different take on it. Here, I pen down my thoughts.

You can listen to the original poem here:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ImJfY0cuYqo&feature=related


She thanks Sita. Thanks her for crossing the Laxman rekha,
For transgressing  boundaries, for leaving behind home & hearth
For setting a pattern for generations of women to come

Yes, much has changed since then. And, much more remains unchanged
'Cause Sita still walks the line of fire
And, wishes too that earth will split and swallow her

She not only has her saree to protect but also bow & arrow to pick
She now not only plays the victim but is the rescuer too
'Cause she knows no Ram will come to her aid, no monkeys will help

She fights battles, faces millions of Ravanas
She writes Ramayan as life dictates
She has Ayodhya to rule and also, Luv & Kush to raise

Crossing Laxman Rekha has not necessarily liberted Sita
For, today she is both - a female and a male
Having to play the part of either or both as suits the world