Hanuman’s happiness knew no bound,
When Lanka city at last he found,
To trace Sita was foremost in his mind,
But how far it was possible to find?


Ravana’s magnificent city
Was beautiful and wealthy,
With all its tight security,
Surrounded by a strong army.


Hanuman got a reasonable doubt,
How an army could penetrate
Into such a guarded fortress well,
It was next to impossible?


What was, to enter, the best time?
Better he thought of night time.
He took himself a small shape,
And went around looking up.


A giant guardian of the city,
The Goddess, Lanka Devi,
Questioned him at the gate,
For his stealthy entry at night.


A blow Hanuman gave her,
On the ground it sent her.
She stood aside to give way,
And he silently sneaked away.


Some ugly women here,
Some beautiful women there,
Some giant like men here,
Some soft looking men there,


But Sita wasn’t seen anywhere,
In palace, houses, every corner,
A doubt entered his head
Whether she was alive or dead?


For mercy, he prayed Ram,
Suddenly a flash of vision came,
And he saw a beautiful park,
To search there, he went back.


The park was Asoka Vana,
There he might see Sita,
So he thought and reached,
And thoroughly searched.