Loves his people nonetheless.
Having reminisced her man thus
Hoping Hanuman picks up threads
Kept then silent Rama’s spouse.
Having read her mind Hanuman
Made the position clear then thus:
In the know is not thy Lord
Ravan it was who snared thee.
Report as I back to Ram
Ravan it’s thee made captive
Won’t he descend on Lanka
With our vanar force to boot?
To help us land in Ravan’s land
Won’t he with his arrows make
Bridges across sea though vast?
Were the god of death to try
Stop to Rama in his tracks
Won’t he slain that god even?
Sans his consort to comfort
Stirs Ram in bed restlessly.
To espy thy man in Lanka
Takes it not long for thee now.
On my word O Rama’s dear
Day that now is not far off.
Sees as Rama demeanour thine
Won’t his visage turn so bright?
Touches he not drink or meat
Partakes but a meagre meal.
Fails he feel the flies on him
Lives as he lost in thy thought.
Engrossed as ever in thy thought
Thought he hath none for the rest.
Forlorn in his eyes so deep
Barring eyelids from closing
Fills thy picture to the brim.
Sees as he a flower or fruit
Wont it his to sigh for thee.
Sad though he in separation
None he slacks in preparation
To take thee back for reparation.
That her man would rescue her
Made the hapless Seetha glad,
But the plight of her beloved
Made the spouse of Rama sad.