The Birth of Poetry
Later,
Valmiki walked along the Tamasa with his disciple Bharadwaja. The river’s
pristine waters mirrored the purity of a virtuous mind. Suddenly, a hunter’s
arrow struck a male curlew mid-mating, leaving its mate distraught. Overcome
with grief, Valmiki cried:
“O
hunter! May you never find peace,
For
slaying a bird lost in love’s bliss.”
Stunned
by his own words, he realised they formed a shloka—a metrical verse born of
sorrow. His disciples repeated it, transforming grief into poetry.
Thus,
from compassion and pain, the first verse of the Ramayana emerged.
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