Vows of dharma guide his steps through the wild,
Accepting exile, serene and undefiled.
Nature becomes his court, the forest his throne,
Amidst trials and pain, his strength has grown.
Virtue shines as he walks paths unknown,
As Sita and Lakshman make the journey their own.
Silencing fears, he upholds truth's decree,
A symbol of honor, love, and loyalty.
Memories of Ayodhya linger in his heart,
A guiding light till he fulfills his part.
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