Shravan Kumar

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He is there, With his old parents, And try his best To make them Stay comfortable As possible. Parents are Poor, blind and Ageing. But he cares No one and nothing. See the bamboo-stick On his shoulder With two baskets On either side. Father is in One basket and Mother is there In the other. He is going on pilgrimage To fulfill His parents wish. On the way the parents Feel thirsty And ask him for some water. He goes with a pitcher To fetch water And when it is getting filled Peculiar pubbling sound Is there in the air. Hearing the bubbling sound, A king named Dasarath Took his aim and Shoot his arrow With the bubbling sound to Guide him, Shravan had become The target Of the king's arrow. Alas, Shravan Kumar Breathed his last. The king realized His ghastly mistake, comes to the old parents With water. Hearing everything From the king They cursed the king And passed away, Unbearble was the sorrow of Separation from the lone son. And from this incident, My dear readers, there Started a new chapter In the history of mankind Called Ramayana. Wherein each wrong Is avenged And each labour Rewarded, And none is there To escape the consequences From his action. No infinite But all are in finite here, The work of the nature.

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