Reading the Ramayana,
whenever and wherever I can
is the way of my life.
I read with a fervour.
I am the happy Sita, once
picking flowers and playing with Rama.
I read with expressions
resemble a distressed Sita
pining for Rama in the Asoka Vana.
At times, I take the cue of Ravana,
speak like him a thunderous voice
shaking the ten heads.
Fastidious as it would be,
I jump like Hanuman
cross the seas in a felicity.
I fight like Rama
shoot with a bow and arrow
pronounce the Brahmasthiram.
I imitate Lakshmana.
He being a personification
of faithfulness, Stand
erect and watchful
beside Rama.
Ramayana is beatitude
and bliss conjoined.
Reading the epic is a fulfillment
beyond comprehension.
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