The Empty Can Rattles The Most

For hand of Sita many assembled princes contested,

But by weight of Shiva’s bow all were bested.

 

To boast of prowess then just gums to flap,

And fall further into embarrassment’s trap.

 

Kings from bow had their confidence shook,

Now at Rama were not worthy even to look.

 

Dasharatha’s eldest son both strong and silent,

To fulfill destiny to Janakpur He went.

 

To His devotees He offers His strength,

So to chant His names go to any length.

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