Rama

Thousands of dreams, melted in distrust 

Blood rained here once and just how!

Pride, grace and gore ground to dust

Centuries crushed your sense of thou

Until one man held all of Ganga in his voice 

time has now come to free, he said, rejoice 

Fallen gods in tents, memories of despair 

Repair each knot, wipe every drop of tear 

Invoke sacred fires of the yore,

Sprinkle earth with water and incense,   

And from ancient memories write 

His only name on bricks of clay

Lest you forget who built those kilns, 

Those mottled faceless, nameless 

Crowds, who crossed oceans in his name

And claimed his coronation as their own,

Rejoice and say his name once

Rama, Sree Rama, Raghu Rama 

Janaki nandana, jagadananda karaka,

You warrior, you lover, you son, you king  

You, the cause of happiness in the world,

Welcome home. We built you one