Here I show some frames for you:
Ayodhya is a place where we see
a rare combination of Ram and Sita;
It is not their hours in the palace
that we nourish and care for that matter;
It is every thorn they cross over,
and every emotion they spend together
through the thickest forest that we focus;
Honey moon left in the palace though
married life is there in the forest,
if flowers of compromise bloom in the hearts!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem