Ayodhya Poem by Mahathi Mydavolu

The soil turned transparent showing the grand
Chronicles of past interred by evil hands.
The fat taproot with golden shines is emitting
the ancient scents of Vedic rites and rituals.
The nebulous rootlets looked like the hallowed lines
of Devanagari script on earth gazette.

The taste of sacred Sarayu like sweet nectar
bubbled out through wet clay grains.
The woods shone bright with new delight
as squirrels with mystic lines on their backs
became busy running hither and thither
collecting the holy sands from the river bed.
The gibbering monkeys jumped and danced
breaking the boughs of blasphemy.
Cool lightenings flashed in continuum
on Ayodhya city like jubilant fireworks.
On broad daylight a brilliant star appeared in the North
as the ecstatic yonder blues, displayed the future Shrine
with trillion rays of divine wisdom.
The winds whistled Om, Om, Om,
as smiled as the lovely forms of Sia Ram.
Jai SiaRam, Jai jai SiaRam.