Spread there Sinsupa far and wide
Dais of gold all covered its ground.
Round the dais of spick and span
Grown were tropical trees varied.
In that grove of golden hues
Shone Hanuman like rising sun.
Trinkets tied to branches there
Set they tune for passing breeze.
Soared as hopes his sky high then
Climbed he Sinsupa’s topmost branch.
Had a premonition Hanuman then
Seetha would grace that place soon.
Wonder as was that Pushpak
Seemed the garden none the less.
Forlorn so long that Seetha
Wouldn’t she find this grove soothing?
Why not as she got used to
Strolling in the thick jungles.
Fatigued as would be Seetha
By the constant thought of Ram
Might come her for recouping.
As she saunters in that grove
Recall she would with fondness
Time she spent with her man then.
Besides she was so fond of
All that goes for life in woods.
Fail she might not to turn up
For her morning bath downstream.
Think I not of another place
Better which would for morning walk.
Were she to be alive still
Won’t she be drawn to this stream?
Driven by hope of finding her
Lay there Hanuman in hiding.