S-727 The Birth of the Ramayana and Its Composition

 S-727 The Birth of the Ramayana and Its Composition

Valmiki sat in solemn thought,
His heart with grief and anguish fraught.
Two birds, once singing, now lay still—
A hunter’s arrow struck to kill.

From trembling lips, a verse took flight,
A shloka born of sorrow’s might.
Then lo! A light divine drew near—
Brahma, the Creator, stood clear.

With folded hands, the sage bowed low,
Offered water, rice, and glow.
Yet still his mind, in turmoil deep,
Could not forget the lovebirds’ weep.

The Lord smiled, knowing all along,
This grief would birth a sacred song.
"Fear not, O Sage, the verse you spun,
By my will, this grace was done.

Now weave the tale of Rama’s grace,
His deeds in time and boundless space.
No truth shall hide, no act untold,
All secrets bright, in verse unfold.

Your words shall shine, forever true,
As stars in skies of endless blue."
Then Brahma vanished wisdom stayed,
And Ramayana’s song was made.