Messengers had flown to Ayodhya
carrying messages for King Dasharatha
from father and Vishwamitra as well
explaining the joyous developments!
Before the day broke next morning
they were back with the news:
the entire Ayodhya is marching to Mithila
behind Dasharatha, his army and coterie.
Father was fearful at the news,
but Brahmarshi reassured him.
Dasharatha and his three queens
covered Sita with gold and diamonds.
I headed the team that welcomed
the ladies to our Anthapuram.
It was the senior queen Kausalya
who noticed the twinkle in my eyes
whenever someone mentioned Lakshman.
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