Ramayana Part Iii Wedding Of Sita Poem by Diwakar Bhatt

A unique beauty with wisdom, a holy soul, devotee of Shiva.
King of Mithila announced the marriage of daughter Sita,

She was not an ordinary being, but a divine birth,
Not born of a mother but emerged from the earth.

She has the blood of many sages doomed to cruelty,
Manifested by her enchanting demeanour and purity.

She brought affluence and fortune for the ill-fated city,
Her appearance ended the long spell of drought and scarcity.

Finding a suitable groom was a thoughtful issue for king,
So he declared a feat which seemed a simple thing.

Whoever could break God Shiva’s celestial Bow,
Sita would be his wedded wife all should know.

Many invited kings and princes were in the fray,
To test their grit and mettle on this gala day.

Everyone was demonstrating superiority in his own way,
Who will win, who will loose, was very difficult to say.

Arena was surrounded by contenders with lust,
Everyone was restless to get a chance first.

Rama and Laxmana were also present in the ceremony,
Becoming bride of prince Rama was Sita’s destiny.

Rama was an icon of beauty and bravery together,
Everybody was hopeful for his success in his endeavour.

His dark complexioned body resembled a blue lotus,
Possessed the exquisite beauty of millions of cupids.

His supple and long limbs made him an accomplished archer,
Clad in saffron garments bow in hand, shining arrows in a quiver.

His sublime countenance could steal the hearts of the beholder,
Tender, sweet, mesmerizing looked the mighty slayer.

While Sita was going to temple for prayer,
Seeing Rama lost her heart then and there.

So impressed by his enticing persona,
Assumed him husband without any dilemma.

Mighty Ravana the king of Lanka also attended the contest,
But had to rush to rescue his sister in the last moment.

Left with an insatiable longing for her great,
It was nothing but a quirk of fate.

Every King thought himself to be the best suitor,
No body knew that their dreams were going to shatter.

All tried but could not move the Bow an inch,
Rama the Ayodhya prince broke it as a cinch.

The incident vibrated the whole universe with inexplicable joy,
Gods and Goddesses became happy with Lord’s playful ploy.

Sita’s joy found no bounds, but restrained her emotion.
Heart full of rapture, stood motionless in a fit of passion.

As her trance broke, eyes met with the eyes of beholding Ram,
She felt herself basking in the Lord’s profound love forever warm.

Those moments stirred the omnipotent Lord’s heart,
Even he could not avoid the hit of Cupid’s golden shaft.

With her downcast eyes, and goddess like grace,
Without any haste, with embellished charming face.

She came forward with a flowery wreath of victory,
Cast it around Rama’s neck to be his wife with all loyalty.

Wide smile showed her shining teeth between rosy lips thin,
Dimpled cheeks and mystic eyes celebrating a rare win.

Friends were joyous, furious were the foes,
Some bestowing blessings others taking rival vows.

They attacked Ram and Laxman, being enraged with defeat,
But the duo’s superiority forced them for a safe retreat.

Meanwhile there came Parshurama and started a row,
As he came to know that somebody had broken Shiva’s Bow.

He threatened to punish the person responsible for this sacrilege.
Reminded everybody about his ghastly and gory Khastriya’s carnage.

A hot dialogue occurred between Laxman and Parushram,
Curt but humorous reply of Rama turned him calm.