Rajaram Ramachandran Poems

There was an aimless mendicant,
Up and down, he daily went,
With a bowl in his arms,
To beg for his assorted alms.
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In a dense forest, under a shady tree,
Gowtham, a young lad of twenty-three,
Did arduous penance for countless days,
With hopes of gaining Divine powers.
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Ravan saw from the roof top,
The Vanara warriors came up,
From all the sides armed well,
For him it was a scene of hell.
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The chariot of the King,
Dushyanta, was chasing,
In the deep forest, a deer,
That ran away fast, in fear.
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When a siren blows,
A Banker knows,
It's an hold-up.
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Back the charioteer Sumantra,
Returned to the city, Ayodhya,
Broke the sad news slowly,
In the people held assembly.
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A man was sitting
On a donkey's back,
That wasn't moving
As it was slack.
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Sugreeva heard Rama’s story,
And touched by the calamity,
He told Ram not to worry,
As he would find Sita early.
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Every forest and mountain,
They searched, but all in vain,
Sita couldn’t be found,
In their non-stop round.
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Once upon a time, there was a town,
Adjacent to the hillock, almost brown,
By the side of the winding river, Tara,
That watered enroute, fauna and flora.
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