He toddles forth, Ram, anklets chime,
A melody of steps, a sacred rhyme.
He stumbles, rises, falls with glee,
Then rushes toward, a sight to see.
A mother's arms, a loving plea,
Dashrath's queens, eternally.
Dusting off the soil, a tender grace,
In myriad ways, they leave their trace.
Soul, heart, and wealth, a sacrifice,
Soft words of love, a sweet advice.
Coral lips, a gentle art,
Sweetness spills from his very heart.
A noble nose, a beauty rare,
Adorned with charm beyond compare.
Tulsidas, in joy profound,
Beholds the face, love's sacred ground.
Ram's own image, pure and bright,
Ram's own beauty, bathed in light.
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