There were two
brothers—
Together they
flowed,
Together they
travelled,
On the same
road.
One was the king,
The other his
shadow,
Behind his radiant
half,
Forever aglow.
With the king he
remained true,
With the king he
stuck fierce,
Like a silent
shadow,
The king’s
enemies he did pierce.
And in all their
time together,
He never
faltered nor did he fade,
For his loyalty
was unrivaled,
Till his last
moment came.
My brother, the
king thought,
It may not often
appear,
How much you mean
to me,
How much I hold you
dear.
Like when I was
exiled,
You need not have done so,
But without any
hesitation,
You, too, said
you’d go.
And leaving the
comforts
Of our family, our
home,
For fourteen long
years,
With me, you would
roam.
You think I’d not
noticed?
I may not have shown.
But on that dark
day,
My love for you
had grown.
My brother, we’ve
been through
Many hurdles and
tests,
And sometimes what
feels
Like never-ending
quests.
That one time, for
example,
Where Ravana came,
And took my sweet
wife,
With no care and
no shame.
It was then I felt
lost,
But wasn’t
consumed by fear,
For through those
restless nights,
You were always
near.
And with me you
were,
As we stormed
through the lands,
Till the very
moment,
She returned
safe into my hands.
My brother, your
loyalty
Always leaves me
inspired.
No matter what I
ask,
You never grow
tired.
Even the hardest
of tasks,
Like Sita’s
exile to the river,
Had you
conflicted,
But you did
deliver.
All that way you
took her,
And with her, I’m sure you
wanted to stay,
For you have a
good heart,
One that does
not sway.
I’m sorry for
the pain
I may have
caused you,
But my faith and
my trust
Have multiplied
by two.
My brother, the
king smiled,
Your spirit I
admire.
In you there
burns
A passionate
fire.
Your strength
held steady,
Even on your
last day,
When Time came
to visit,
And made you his
prey.
I wish you
looked back,
After I dealt
you the news,
That you’d
entered our meeting,
So through death
pay your dues.
But silently you
left,
Without a single
protest.
I’ll never
forget you;
You were the
best.
Lakshmana, the
shadow,
Knew all this in
heart.
He felt all that
his brother thought,
When they both did
forever part.
And with his
last breath,
Lakshmana lay beside the water,
And peacefully
rested,
And let his mind
wander.
And slowly
death's arms took him,
Leaving only
memories of his face,
The king’s
brother, his shadow,
Now gone without
a trace.
Author's Note: I just wanted to write a poem to commemorate Lakshmana's death at the end of Buck's Narayana. Time had come to see Rama and requested to have a meeting with him. He had told Rama not to let anyone interrupt their meeting otherwise that person would die, so Rama told Lakshmana to guard the door. In that time, a sage came and threatened Lakshmana to let him see Rama or else he would destroy the city. Lakshmana then had to interrupt the meeting and as a result, die.
I always had an appreciation for the love Lakshmana had for Rama and how much he cared for his brother. It was something I admired and so felt it fitting to have my final story for the Ramayana be one to show how much Lakshmana meant to me. The first and last paragraph of this poem is just a beginning and a closing not from anyone's perspective, but all the paragraphs in between I wrote from Rama's perspective. This poem was one I wanted to write from Rama to Lakshmana to show that Rama, too, appreciated all that his brother did for him. This is what I felt Rama wanted to say as Lakshmana was walking away towards his death after entering Rama's conference with Time. When Rama told Lakshmana, he didn't say a word and left but I wanted to convey his feelings and this is what I thought might have been running through his head at the time. His ending is one I was the most sad about; his loyalty and love for his brother really touched me.
I didn't change anything about the story; I basically just wrote out all the main scenes Lakshmana played a part in a poem format.
I always had an appreciation for the love Lakshmana had for Rama and how much he cared for his brother. It was something I admired and so felt it fitting to have my final story for the Ramayana be one to show how much Lakshmana meant to me. The first and last paragraph of this poem is just a beginning and a closing not from anyone's perspective, but all the paragraphs in between I wrote from Rama's perspective. This poem was one I wanted to write from Rama to Lakshmana to show that Rama, too, appreciated all that his brother did for him. This is what I felt Rama wanted to say as Lakshmana was walking away towards his death after entering Rama's conference with Time. When Rama told Lakshmana, he didn't say a word and left but I wanted to convey his feelings and this is what I thought might have been running through his head at the time. His ending is one I was the most sad about; his loyalty and love for his brother really touched me.
I didn't change anything about the story; I basically just wrote out all the main scenes Lakshmana played a part in a poem format.
Bibliography: Buck, William (1976). Ramayana: King Rama's Way.
Lakshmana: the great warrior
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