Mother Sita About Lord Ram (Rhyme Royal) Poem by Sathya Narayana

"I never saw my Ram with lost courage.
To honor father's word, when walked he out
of his palace he strutted like a sage.
On briary paths he trudged with mettle stout.
He rested under trees and in redoubts;
But never shed he tears nor dipped in fear.
Estranged from me, does he now, O' wise seer? "

"No mother dear, nor father honorable
no kith no kin before his most beloved.
O' Sita, Sita, chanted He in trill...
always my name; around me he revolved.
Our hearts and minds with love were so convolved.
I wish to live till then I hear his name!
I wish to live till then I hear his name! "