Ramayan
My Prayer
I, Munindra, bow to the divine light,
For guiding my thoughts, my pen's sacred flight.
An instrument chosen, humble and true,
To spread Sanatan wisdom the world through.
In English rhymes, the ancient echoes unfold,
Sacred texts of wisdom, timeless and bold.
With dedication, I've embraced this call,
To serve the Almighty, the Creator of all.
With sincerity, I've toiled, striving to sow,
The seeds of His grace, that forever grow.
May He steer my purpose, my path, my way,
Guiding my heart, each step, every day.
To Lord Ganesh, I bow with deepest respect,
Remover of obstacles, may His grace protect.
With humble Pranam, to Ma Saraswati I turn,
Goddess of wisdom, for Her guidance I yearn.
May Ganesh's blessings light my way so clear,
And Saraswati's wisdom always draw near.
Together they guide this journey I take,
In their divine presence, each step I make.
With folded hands and devotion pure,
Their eternal grace, may it endure.
Blessing my thoughts and the path I tread,
With their light, forever I'm led.
Ramayan Overview
In ancient times, a tale was told,
Of virtues grand and hearts so bold,
The Ramayan, a saga vast,
Of duty, love, and shadows cast.
Prince Ram, just and ever bright,
Banished from his kingdom's light,
With Sita, pure, by his side,
And Lakshman, ever loyal, his guide.
Through forests deep and demons' land,
They journeyed forth, a noble band,
Ravan, the demon king so vile,
Seized Sita, hoping to beguile.
With Hanuman's aid, and armies' might,
They fought through day and darkest night,
In Lanka's fire, a battle grand,
Ram's arrow, true to its stand.
The demon fell, the war was won,
Ram's reign had just begun,
Back to Ayodhya, they did return,
For peace and love, their hearts did yearn.
A tale of trials, valor, and might,
The Ramayan shines, a beacon of light.
Sanatan - The Science of the Eternal
Not bound by time, nor carved in stone,
But laws the cosmos calls its own,
From atom's spin to starry flight,
Sanatan walks with nature's light.
It speaks of zero, time, and space,
Of cyclic births the stars embrace,
Where Shiva's dance and Vishnu's breath
Are metaphors for life and death.
The pancha tattva, fivefold base,
Is matter's form in sacred grace,
The rasa, guna, and karma's thread,
Are laws the modern mind has read.
No dogma here, no rigid creed,
But truths that grow as minds proceed,
From yajna's fire to quantum flame,
The laws remain, though forms may change.
So Trivedi speaks with scholar's tone,
That science is not West's alone,
For Veda's verse and sutra's line
Hold codes the cosmos calls divine.
The Ramayan's Flame
In Ayodhya's halls of justice bright,
Was born Lord Ram, pure as light,
To King Dashrath, joy anew,
Four sons with hearts serene and true.
But fate would turn the royal tide,
As Ram left with Sita, bride,
With Lakshman close through woods they fared,
Where trials and forest beasts they dared.
From gold-laced Lanka's distant shore,
Ravans lust would stoke a war,
He stole sweet Sita, bold and sly,
And lit the sparks that scorched the sky.
With Hanuman's leap and Vanar might,
They built a bridge, they rose to fight,
Through blazing wrath and arrows' song,
Ram proved that dharma's strong.
The demon fell, the queen was free,
But fire would test her purity,
And though their reign brought peace to land,
It came with sorrow, deep and grand.
Yet through his grief, the tale would teach,
That truth and virtue still can reach,
The path of Ram-brave and kind,
Still stirs the soul and shapes the mind.
It not just a tale of kings and war,
But light that flows from soul to star,
A flame that danced on forest ground,
And lit where silence once was found.
It glows within the hermit's prayer,
In Sita's strength, in Hanuman's care,
It kindles hearts through page and time,
In every verse, a pulse, a chime.
The glow is Ram's gaze so still,
That burns no foe yet bends the will,
It shines in sandals on the throne,
Where Bharat ruled, but not his own.
It gleams where Lakshman keeps the line,
Where vows outlast the end of time,
In exile's path, in broken rest,
The glow turns sorrow into quest.
When Ravan fell-not just by might,
But by the weight of Ram's light,
That glow was dharma's final call,
To rise through truth or else to fall.
And still it gleams in moonlit song,
In homes where evening lamps prolong
The names of those who walked before,
Who showed that love is something more.
O seeker, when your path is dim,
Let Ramayan arise within,
Its glow is not of fire or sun,
But what you are, when fear is done.
Vision
From Ayodhya's throne to forest shade,
A prince of dharma, vows well-laid,
Not just a tale of gods and kings,
But Bharat's soul with timeless wings.
Dashrath's grief, Kaikeyi's plea,
Yet Ram bows to the destiny,
No rage, no blame, no royal pride,
He walks with calm, with Sita by side.
Lakshman, the flame of loyal might,
Guards dharma's path through day and night,
In Dandak woods, the sages pray,
As Ram clears the Rakshas' sway.
Shurpanakha's lust, her wrathful cry,
Leads Ravan's plot to make Sita sigh,
But it surely speaks-this isn't theft,
It's adharma's test, of right and left.
Ravan, the scholar, proud and vast,
Yet ego made his wisdom past,
Ten heads he bore-not just for show,
But tenfold flaws that made him low.
Sita's abduction, Lanka's pride,
Yet Ram's calm did not subside,
He forged an army, not of might,
But of Vanaras who fought for right.
Hanuman flies with fire and grace,
A symbol of bhakti's fearless face,
He finds the queen in Ashoka's shade,
And gives her hope that won't degrade.
The bridge is built, the war begins,
But Ram fights to cleanse the sins,
Not vengeance, no, nor conquest grand,
But to restore dharma to the land.
Each arrow shot, a lesson deep,
Each wound a vow the gods would keep,
Till Ravan falls, his pride undone,
And dharma's light outshines the sun.
But we must says-don't end it there,
For Ram's rule was just and fair,
Ram Rajya-where no sorrow stayed,
Where justice bloomed and truth obeyed.
Do speak of Sita's trial by flame,
Not as a curse, but dharma's name,
For even gods must bear the test,
To show the world what's truly best.
This isn't myth, nor fable old,
But India's heart in verses bold,
A guide to life, to thought, to soul,
Where duty reigns and hearts are whole.
So hear the tale not just in awe,
But see in it your nation's law.
For Ramayan, very clearly shows,
Is where the stream of Bharat flows.
Dashrath - The Charioteer Within
Not just a king with crown and throne,
But one whose self was deeply known,
Dashrath-his name, a subtle sign,
Of senses yoked in sacred line.
Five that see, and five that do,
He held them all in balance true,
No storm of thought, no wild desire,
Could shake his soul or dim his fire.
He ruled not just with sword or law,
But with a yogi's inner awe,
Each chariot, a path to steer,
Through joy and doubt, through hope and fear.
Yet even he, so wise, so grand,
Could not escape fate's final hand,
For dharma's test, though deeply known,
Can shake the throne we think we own.
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