In Ayodhya's city, Dasharatha held sway,
A righteous king with virtues in every way.

Baal Kand tells Ram's youthful might,
Trained under Vishvamitra, in battles so bright.
He wins Sita in Mithila, a union divine,
Their love shines forth, a bond of heart and mind.

Ayodhya Kand unfolds a tragedy so grand,
Manthara's counsel leads to Ram's exile's hand.
Ram departs with Sita and Lakshman by his side,
In forests dark, their trials to abide.

Bharat returns, grieving, his heart in pain,
Awaiting Ram's return, his loyalty remains.
Ram's duty guides him through the wilderness deep,
With love and honor, his path forever to keep.