by Tara Bridgelal-Maharaj
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As a child, I was told many tales of Ayodhya
A magical kingdom that rivalled even Swarga
Where Rama was born, with three brothers He came
Where Sita was married, bringing prestige and fame.
I never imagined even a possibility
That little simple me would ever get to see
This world I had heard of in all my childhood days
This place I had worshipped in so many ways.
As I got older, and the world got smaller
One day I was called to come to Ayodhya
Was it possible that I would actually stand
Where once did Rama, Lakshmana, Bharata, Shatrughan?
In my mind’s little eye, Ayodhya was white
Not white like the color, but white like bright light
It towered as a symbol of unchallengeable might
In my mind’s eye, this ideal filled my sight.
We stood in Ayodhya amidst the horrifying barbed wire
Even the holy Sarayu couldn’t quench my soul’s fire
My heart was shattered, its pieces trampled as I moved
As if in a daze, I mourned the city my soul so loved.
Several years passed and again we did go
To the white tent where He stood while our tears ceaselessly flowed
I asked for forgiveness and the ability to forgive
I felt the pain of my ancestors and the reality they lived.
He showed me their strength and commitment to Bhakti
He said that their efforts would be strengthened with His Shakti
He said that the time would be coming again soon
Where light conquers darkness and Ayodhya once more blooms…
To Ayodhya once again we go, they say the third time’s the charm
With an elated heart, my soul singing “Rama Rama Ram”
The city is brilliant, the city is white
Not white like the color but bright from the light.
That reflects from His lotus eyes and His radiant smile
His intoxicating gaze I’d prayed for all this while
The mischief and amusement on His charming deep blue face
Reminding me He’d never left His ever-special place.
While our helpless hearts were broken, Ayodhya persevered
By the efforts of so many, and of their hopeful tears and prayers
By the example of Hanumanta and his infinite Rama Kaaj
Rama is back in His palace for a renewal of Rama Rajya.
Jai Shree Ram!!!
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