The Great King Ram Poem by Bidyarnab Das

The Cosmic King, with bow in hand,
Rama, the embodiment of divine command,
With Sita by his side, his heart's delight,
Together they shine, like stars in the night.

In Ayodhya's palace, he grew with grace,
Son of Dasaratha, with a noble face,
His virtues shone, like the morning sun,
Compassion, courage, his life had just begun.

To the forest, he went, with a steady heart,
Exile's path, his duty to restart,
With Lakshmana and Sita, his loyal band,
Together they faced, the wilderness' demand.

Ravana's might, with evil's darkest sway,
Could not withstand, Rama's noble way,
The bridge of stones, across the sea,
A marvel born, of his divinity.

Hanuman's strength, with devotion true,
Helped Rama's quest, to see it through,
The battle won, with justice on his side,
Ravana fell, with a defeated pride.

Return to Ayodhya, with triumph's cheer,
Rama's coron