Ayodhya: Echoes of Divinity

In Ayodhya's ancient streets, whispers of history flow,

A city steeped in legend, where tales of gods still glow.

Beneath the watchful gaze of temples old and grand,

Lies a tapestry of stories, woven by the land.

In the heart of Ayodhya, where the Saryu River sings,

Echoes of devotion, on the gentle breeze, it brings.

Here, in the shadow of Ram's eternal grace,

Pilgrims come to seek solace, in this sacred place.

Ayodhya, cradle of civilization, birthplace of the divine,

Where Rama ruled with justice, where his light continues to shine.

From the bustling streets to the quiet ghats,

Every corner whispers of the city's ancient past.

In Ayodhya's temples, where prayers ascend on high,

Where devotees offer their hearts, beneath the azure sky.

Each stone a testament to faith, each carving a story told,

Of devotion, sacrifice, and the quest for gold.

But Ayodhya is more than just a city of the past,

It's a living, breathing testament to the memories that last.

For in its streets, the spirit of Rama still resides,

Guiding pilgrims on their journey, as they seek to find.

So let us wander through Ayodhya's timeless streets,

Where the past and present meet, in a harmony so sweet.

For in this sacred city, where history's echoes ring,

We find the essence of devotion, in every offering.