The Waiting Vow
Fourteen years of silence long,
Yet their love endured, steadfast, strong.
Lakshman departed, a promise to keep,
While Urmila stayed, her vigil deep.
Alone she sat, her heart confined,
Yet solace came in voices kind.
Mandavi held her hand each night,
A steady flame, a guiding light.
Shrutakirti sang of hope and peace,
Her gentle words made anguish cease.
Together they stood, her sisters near,
Turning sorrow to strength, to banish fear.
Far in the forest, Lakshman stood,
By Ram and Sita, misunderstood.
A brother’s bond, a warrior’s role,
Yet love for Urmila filled his soul.
Sita’s compassion, her tender care,
Softened his burdens, lightened despair.
And Ram’s wisdom, his brother’s pride,
Gave Lakshman strength as storms did rise.
“You are not alone,” their voices rang,
As through the wilds their duties sang.
Their presence a beacon, steady and bright,
Easing his soul through the darkest night.
And Urmila, though far away,
Held fast her faith every day.
With her sisters’ love, her heart stayed whole,
They were the anchors of her soul.
Now the years have waned and gone,
The time of waiting has withdrawn.
Lakshman and Urmila, reunited in grace,
Each tear, each trial, a joy to replace.
In the quiet moments, their hearts would stray,
To memories of love, of a distant day.
Urmila, on swings, her laughter light,
Swaying through days, her soul took flight.
She’d paint the world with colors bright,
Scenes of beauty, soft and bright.
Each stroke a whisper, each line a song,
Her heart would echo where he belonged.
And Lakshman, beneath the sky so wide,
Practiced his archery, his skill with pride.
The bow would hum, the arrow would fly,
Each perfect shot aimed at the sky.
In the arena, where swords would clash,
Their spirits met in a silent flash.
She would envision, in her dreams so clear,
His strength, his courage, drawing near.
At times, the clang of steel would sound,
As he faced opponents, all around.
Urmila, in her mind’s embrace,
Would watch him move with skill and grace.
They’d fight together in whispered space,
Urmila’s hands, his sword’s embrace.
Their hearts in sync, though miles apart,
Each victory was a work of art.
The arena was not just one of war,
But a dance they shared, an ancient lore.
She’d see him, fierce, a warrior’s might,
While she painted dreams in the soft moonlight.
In those moments, across the years,
They were together, their hearts in cheers.
A love so deep, a bond so true,
Unspoken, yet known, by both, they knew.
For in the quiet, in the silence shared,
Each knew the other had always cared.
Lakshman’s arrow and Urmila’s brush,
Together created a world of hush.
And as the days turned into night,
Their love endured, a guiding light.
For in their hearts, they never swayed,
Their spirits united, though time delayed.
A love that endured through duty’s demand,
A tale of strength, forever grand.
With Ram and Sita, Shrutakirti, Mandavi,
Their hearts entwined, a family legacy.
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