In ancient tales of valor and grace,
A hero emerged, Ram, with a noble face.
Born to King Dasharatha, blessed and divine,
Ayodhya's prince, in the sun's radiant shine.

An arrow's prowess, a bow's melody,
He walked the path of duty, with unwavering loyalty.
Sita, his consort, a symbol of love,
Their story echoed through the realms above.

Banished to the forest, an exile unjust,
Yet Ram embraced it with dignity and trust.
Lakshman, by his side, a loyal kin,
Together, they faced trials, the battle to win.

In the depths of the forest, a golden deer's guise,
A deception that led to Sita's...