Part-2
The
Birth Of Ram and His Brothers
By
the side of the river, Sarayu,
The
ruler of Solar dynasty, Manu
Built
up the
kingdom
of
Kosala
,
With
its capital city, Ayodhya.
With
all its natural beauty,
The
well planned
Ayodhya
City
,
Was
twelve yojanas in length,
And
three yojanas in width.
Its
multi-roads well formed,
And
its highways ramified,
Colorful
with flowers strewn,
Had
their daily water-wash clean.
Its
majestic arched gateways,
Strengthened
by stubborn doorways,
And
its giant boundary walls tall,
Made
it a fortified city well.
Encircled
by a wide-deep moat,
It
kept its access more difficult,
Besides
its posse of elephants, horses,
And
camels for its defense purposes.
The
market place, ever busy,
With
all sorts of trees shady,
And
the plays of troupe-dancers,
Made
the city more populous.
The
stone mansions, like mountain,
The
houses built of faultless design,
Each
one with a balcony and an attic,
Gave
it an Indra’s world-look.
Surrounded
by rich rice fields green,
And
copious water, like of sugar cane,
Kept
the lands fertile around the year,
With
no word of scarcity any where.
The
sounds of tomtoms, kettledrums,
And
the resonance of lutes and drums,
The
gentle winds carried through,
Wide
across the city, as they blew.
The
citizens lived happy and gay,
Each
one had his own share to pay
For
the City of “Heaven on the Earth”,
To
keep it neat and free from filth.
The
kingdom ruled by Dasaratha,
With
its capital city, Ayodhya,
Was
protected by a mighty army,
From
any surprise attack by enemy.
He
had several top ministers,
To
advise and execute his orders,
And
also other great sages of vision
To
guide and act in his mission.
His
rule kept every one happy,
But
never was he so happy,
As
he had no heir to his throne,
Despite
his long prayers for one.
Under
his wise council’s advice,
To
perform a horse-sacrifice,
And
that to get a male progeny,
Preparations
were got ready.
In
the Heaven, by that time,
The
demon, Ravan's crime,
Devas
drew Vishnu's attention,
With
their humble mercy petition.
He
was protected by Brahma’s boon,
That
he be not killed by any one
Of
Devas, Asuras, Gandharvas,
Nor
by any such higher beings.
He
wasn't afraid of his death,
From
any mankind on the earth,
So
he didn't consider them
Dangerous
to his life any time.
Brahma
told this news to Vishnu,
Who
became happy and flew
To
take His birth as a man,
And
kill this wild demon.
In
Dasaratha's sacrificial fire,
There
came a majestic figure,
Holding
a glittering golden bowl
With
a sweet drink in the vessel.
This
sweet sacred beverage was
Shared
by his three
Queens
,
Half
the bowl to Kausalya,
Half
of the rest to Sumitra.
To
Kaikey, the remaining portion,
And
to Sumitra, the leftover again,
Thus
the sweet beverage from fire,
Every
one of them had her share.
Expectant
mothers they all became,
By
God’s grace, in course of time,
Dasaratha’s
four sons were born,
By
the date due, one fine morn.
Ram
was born to mother Kausalya,
And
to mother Kaikeyi, son Bharata,
While
Sumitra delivered Lakshman,
With
his twin brother Satrughun.
What
a festive occasion it was
For
every being in the Universe,
When
Vishnu as Ram, the Savior,
Came
to this earth at the right hour!
Yes,
when the virtue subsides
And
the vice prevails,
The
mankind, God saves
From
the hands of devils!
God’s
Avatars, more than ten,
This
world of virtue has seen!
To
kill Ravan, the avatar of Ram
Was
on the topmost this time.
(One
Yojana = 8 miles)