“Oh Ravan, please listen,
Don’t bring your people ruin,
Your action to covet Ram’s wife
Will spell an end to your life.”
“It appears, they’re born,
Mainly for your ruin,
The way you now plan,
For the fall of your clan.”
“Your act of adharma,
Against Ram’s dharma,
Will destroy your kingdom,
So, now use your wisdom.”
“Will Sita yield to you?
Her chastity will burn you.
Your own death, don’t seek.
I’m sorry this way to speak.”
“Once I was far away flung,
At that time, Ram was young,
I tried to pour blood and flesh,
Viswamitra’s sacrifice to crush.”
When bad time is in stay,
The mind goes astray.
Ravan turned deaf ear
To Mareecha’s words of fear.
The spotted golden deer,
Roamed here and there,
That caught Sita’s attention,
As if destiny’s function.
Sita fell for the deer
Wished for it to rear
Prayed Ram, her dear
To catch it for her.
Lakshman suspected a foul play,
He cautioned not to fall a prey,
To the demon’s wishful trap,
Some evil design coming up.
Sita became more eager,
Attracted by its fine color,
Ram, out of love for her,
Ran behind it, to please her.
The deer ran far away,
Ram followed its way,
This gave enough time
To Ravan play his game.
Ram has gone too far,
He had his own fear,
He might lose the deer,
Out of his sight near.
At last, an arrow he shot,
That killed it on the spot,
As last words, it screamed
“Oh Sita, Oh Lakshman, ” and died.
Some trouble Ram smelt,
Lakshman was right he felt,
He thought about Sita’s fear,
No fear, Lakshman was there.
Wrong was his thinking of no risk,
As Sita took Lakshman to task,
For not running for Ram’s help,
She gave vent to her feelings up.
The way of Destiny is so cruel,
Which doesn’t see any level,
And plays its own given role,
Showing its action impartial.
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