King Dasharath

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A king of great power and might,
A ruler in ancient times,
His name was Dasharath, a noble knight,
His deeds were written in rhymes.

He was a king unlike any other,
In wisdom, courage, and grace,
He was loved by his people, like a father,
And his kingdom was a sacred place.

But his heart was heavy and full of pain,
For the lack of a son and heir,
He prayed to the Gods in vain,
And his sorrow was too much to bear.

Until one day, a sage appeared,
And blessed the king with four sons,
Dasharath's heart was overcome with cheer,
As his prayers had finally been won.

The eldest son, Ram, was fair and just,
A warrior in heart and mind,
His brothers, Laxman, Bharat, and Shatrughan, the trust,
Together, they were a powerful bind.

As the years went by, the princes grew,
And their bond was unbreakable,
Together, they had a love so true,
Their bond was truly incredible.

But fate had a different plan in store,
And the king was put to the test,
As Ram was banished for fourteen years or more,
To fulfill his father's promise, he left his kingdom's crest.

Dasharath's heart was shattered in two,
For his beloved son was gone,
With tears in his eyes, he bid him adieu,
And prayed for his safe return.

In the end, it was Ram's victory,
And he returned as a hero and a king,
Dasharath's joy knew no boundary,
As he welcomed his son and his brothers with a celebration and a ring.

But fate had one final twist,
As Dasharath's life came to an end,
The king's heart was filled with a deep mist,
For he knew his sons would soon ascend.

With a heavy heart and a tear in his eye,
Dasharath bid the world goodbye,
But his legacy will never die,
For he was a king, and his name will never die.

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