Rama, the Divine Prince

In the land of Ayodhya, where rivers flow,

A prince was born, with a celestial glow.

His name, Rama, echoed through the skies,

A beacon of virtue, where goodness lies.

His strength unmatched, his heart pure,

Rama wielded the bow of Lord Shiva, for sure.

Sita's swayamvara, a test of valor and might,

He strung the bow effortlessly, shining bright.

Banished to the forest, unjust decree,

Rama, Sita, and Lakshmana wandered free.

Their love unwavering, their devotion strong,

In the wilderness, they sang nature's song.

Maya's illusion, a deer so fair,

Lured Rama away, leaving Sita in despair.

The cunning demon, Ravana, seized the chance,

Abducting Sita, igniting destiny's dance.

Across the ocean, to Lanka's shore,

Hanuman leaped, his devotion pure.

He found Sita, imprisoned and forlorn,

Her tears like pearls, her spirit torn.

Rama's army assembled, fierce and bold,

Against Ravana's forces, the story unfolds.

The bridge of stones, the epic clash,

Good versus evil, in a cosmic dash.

Ravana fell, his ten heads severed,

Sita rescued, her honor preserved.

Ayodhya rejoiced, lamps lit the night,

Rama returned, dispelling all blight.

Lord Rama, embodiment of dharma,

Guiding souls through life's karmic drama.

His tale inspires, his virtues shine,

In every heart, the divine Rama enshrined.

Inspired by the ancient epic, the Ramayana