A Poem On Sage Parshuram Poem by Ekam Brahmam

A poem on sage Parshurama
In the dawn of ages past, where legends graced the land
A warrior born of Brahma's line, with axe in mighty hand.

Parshuram, the sage of strength, revered in tales of old,
With righteous wrath and wisdom's glow, his story shall be told.

With eyes that blaze like morning sun, and heart both fierce and kind,
He walked the path of dharma's light, with purpose pure and mind.

The axe he bore, a symbol true, of strength that tempers peace,
And through his deeds, the world he shaped, where harmony found release.

O Parshuram, your legend speaks of courage, firm and grand,
Of wisdom wrought through endless time, and justice by your grace!