Shree Rama

In Treta, he was born as virtuous Rama,

In Dwaapara, he was born as the intellect Shyama.

Born in the magnificent town of Ayodhya,

Liberals have a melt-down and cry what the hell’ ya?

Left to Gurukul when his age was tender,

Returned back to Ayodhya, with a rejuvenated splendor.

During the swayamvara, he broke Lord Shiva’s bow!

He went on a self-exile to honor his vow.

His other half was the upholder of Dharma, maata Sita;

Her patience highlighted the hypocrisy of the word iota.

When he used to lift the arrow from his quiver,

Hearing his name, the evil ones used to shiver!

One of his devotees was the mighty and pious Vajrakaaya!

Once again the liberals have a melt-down and cry what the hell’ ya?

He built a bridge in pursuit of his loved one,

You cannot find a better example than this one.

Even though his path was a thorny bed,

He slayed the one with the ten-head!

He went back to Ayodhya and ruled as the king,

There were heaps and praises as the bard use to sing!

At the zenith of Treta Yug, he liberated his beloved people from the wrath of Karma,

Agree or not, he was the greatest upholder of our beloved Sanathana Dharma.