For Rama – 29

Of endless line never to tire,

Princes assembled in competitive fire.

 

Simple, just for Shiva’s bow to take,

Then winner of Sita’s hand to make.

 

But Lakshmana’s brother destiny fulfilling,

In blink of an eye, for Janaka most thrilling.

 

By Rama brought to an end,

Shouts of victory pious to send.

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