(A poem on Lord Ram on the occasion of Ramnavmi)
Words fail to describe one's joy,
When he thinks of almighty's pleasant name,
Joys and sorrows of the world merge into one,
The omnipresent Lord Ram.
Ayodhya 's happiness knew no bounds,
When the divine news spread far and wide,
Injustice and Tyranny neared its end,
The all pervading almighty descended on the earth.
Father's tender care Mother's virtuous lessons,
Gave to the world an extraordinary son,
Walking on sage Vishwamitra 's divine path,
Dasarathi destroyed demons one by one.
Who can forget Raghava's extraordinary feat?,
The breaking of Parshurama 's mighty bow,
The union of the two world's greatest souls,
Solely for mankind's welfare.
As the time for coronation neared,
The evil Kaikeyi played her treacherous game,
Bharat to the throne and Raghu to exile,
She only insisted without a second thought.
Steadfast and devoted to his father's vow,
The pitrubhakta immediately marched forward,
Saket wept in misery and grief,
A moment so painful beyond belief.
Lust and greed has no end,
Hellhound Ravana took his chance,
Taking Janaki in his arms,
Flew his chariot in the skies.
Nephew of Garuda challenged Lankapati 's might,
With skylike wings and all powerful beak,
Leave Siya or your clan shall perish,
In the invincible flame of Janki Vallabh.
Can one forget the saintly epitome Shabri?
Adherence to Ramchandra so supreme and pure,
Penance of decades made the sour berries sweet,
Attained salvation at Ramachandra's feet.
History scripted at Krishkinda summit,
Devotion attained its sublime peak,
Unspeakable to describe the elegant union,
Of devotee Bajrangbali and his kind hearted Lord.
War between good and evil began,
Lankapura's borders seized by divine apes,
Arrows descended from Meghnad's bow,
Like rain falling from the skies.
As righteousness seemed falling apart,
Saumitra marched his foot forward,
The ultimate battle now set about,
Manuja's bowstrings echoing all around.
A deadly weapon from the foe,
Himaksh wounded unconscious on the ground,
Seeing his brother in sorrowful plight,
Koshlendra wept like a child.
Upon hearing lament of his soulful dear Lord,
Valiant Bajrangbali proceeded towards the skies,
Bringing Saumitra back to life,
Anjaneya's only aim that very night.
As the war neared its end,
Mandodari spoke one final time,
Surrender to Rambhadra for your sins shall cease,
He the ocean of kindness I plead at your feet.
Ten headed monster ignored his soulmate ever pure,
Greed for power leaves none,
Set on his chariot with arms and drums,
To meet his death face to face.
Conquest so intense and fierce,
When righteousness and evil clashed,
Rambhadra's arrows pierced his waist,
Mighty Lankesh meeting his end.
Obeisance to you O giver of happiness!,
I pray at your divine feet,
Let this immortal song of yours be heard far and wide,
Wielder of the bow India's heart and soul,
For ages and ages forever.