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So this is for my dear friend Srutha cause if it wasn't for her, i wouldn't have written this. A poetic tribute to the magnificent swayamvara of Devi Sita.
SITA'S SWAYAMVARA
The bride decked in jewels of price,
Her pious presence healing pain and vice,
Descended down the dreamy stairs,
Garnering many a lovelorn stare.
Her pious presence healing pain and vice,
Descended down the dreamy stairs,
Garnering many a lovelorn stare.
Among the royal descendants was a pair of earnest eyes,
Keenly eyeing not the beauty but the bow of fierce,
Courage and might endorsing his gait,
Silently honouring the testament of wait.
Keenly eyeing not the beauty but the bow of fierce,
Courage and might endorsing his gait,
Silently honouring the testament of wait.
By and by the princes came,
Tried and tried but failed to claim,
The hand of the princess of charming ways,
As the bow stood sturdy and the target at bay.
Tried and tried but failed to claim,
The hand of the princess of charming ways,
As the bow stood sturdy and the target at bay.
And then was his turn, Raghuveer by name,
The pride of Raghukul and of immense fame.
Walking into the arena, saluting the weapon of the lord,
He strung it and it struck a chord.
The pride of Raghukul and of immense fame.
Walking into the arena, saluting the weapon of the lord,
He strung it and it struck a chord.
Breaking under his incredulous strength, it fell,
Causing the spectators to rise and quell,
The apprehension of the old king and his kin,
A sight to behold, it was a triumphant win.
Causing the spectators to rise and quell,
The apprehension of the old king and his kin,
A sight to behold, it was a triumphant win.
Beaming with reverence the princess stood,
Garland in hand, she walked up to him,
Into his neck it went and she shyly grinned,
Joy started to float and flowers were bestowed in whim.
Garland in hand, she walked up to him,
Into his neck it went and she shyly grinned,
Joy started to float and flowers were bestowed in whim.
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