For Sita – 61

As his daughter most beautiful of them all,

To find matching husband order most tall.


To his kingdom of three worlds’ fame,

Princes in prime of youth speedily came.


With best effort as losers they left,

From Shiva’s bow their pride bereft.


All until Janaki’s Lord tried with ease and joy,

Won contest, bow in arms like a toy.


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