The Meeting Of The Brothers Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis
Rhyme Scheme: AA BB CC DD EE DD FF GG HH II JK FF LM DD NN FF OO PQ AA HH RR SS DD DD AA D DD DD DD DD| Sorrowing for his sire departed Bharat to Ayodhya came | A |
| But the exile of his brother stung his noble heart to flame | A |
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| Scorning sin polluted empire travelling with each widowed queen | B |
| Sought through wood and trackless jungle Chitra kuta's peaceful scene | B |
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| Royal guards and Saint Vasishtha loitered with the dames behind | C |
| Onward pressed the eager Bharat Rama's hermit home to find | C |
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| Nestled in a jungle thicket Rama's cottage rose in sight | D |
| Thatched with leaves and twining branches reared by Lakshman's faithful might | D |
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| Faggots hewn of gnarl d branches blossoms culled from bush and tree | E |
| Coats of bark and russet garments kusa spread upon the lea | E |
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| Store of horns and branching antlers fire wood for the dewy night | D |
| Spake the dwelling of a hermit suited for a hermit's rite | D |
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| 'May the scene ' so Bharat uttered 'by the righteous rishi told | F |
| Markalvati's rippling waters Chitra kuta's summit bold | F |
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| Mark the dark and trackless forest where the untamed tuskers roam | G |
| And the deep and hollow caverns where the wild beasts make their home | G |
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| Mark the spacious wooded uplands wreaths of smoke obscure the sky | H |
| Hermits feed their flaming altars for their worship pure and high | H |
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| Done our weary work and wand'ring righteous Rama here we meet | I |
| Saint and king and honoured elder Bharat bows unto his feet | I |
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| Born a king of many nations he hath forest refuge sought | J |
| Yielded throne and mighty kingdom for a hermit's humble cot | K |
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| Honour unto righteous Rama unto Sita true and bold | F |
| Theirs be fair Kosala's empire crown and sceptre wealth and gold | F |
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| Stately Sal and feathered palm tree on the cottage lent their shade | L |
| Strewn upon the sacred altar was the grass of kusa spread | M |
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| Gaily on the walls suspended hung two bows of ample height | D |
| And their back with gold was pencilled bright as INDRA's bow of might | D |
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| Cased in broad unfailing quivers arrows shone like light of day | N |
| And like flame tongued fiery serpents cast a dread and lurid ray | N |
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| Resting in their golden scabbards lay the sword of warriors bold | F |
| And the targets broad and ample bossed with rings of yellow gold | F |
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| Glove and gauntlet decked the cottage safe from fear of hostile men | O |
| As from creatures of the forest is the lion's lordly den | O |
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| Calm in silent contemplation by the altar's sacred fire | P |
| Holy in his pious purpose though begirt by weapons dire | Q |
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| Clad in deer skin pure and peaceful poring on the sacred flame | A |
| In his bark and hermit's tresses like an anchorite of fame | A |
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| Lion shouldered mighty arm d but with gentle lotus eye | H |
| Lord of wide earth ocean girdled but intent on penance high | H |
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| Godlike as the holy BRAHMA on a skin of dappled deer | R |
| Rama sat with meek eyed Sita faithful Lakshman loitered near | R |
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| 'Is this he whom joyous nations called to fair Ayodhya's throne | S |
| Now the friend of forest rangers wandering in the woods alone | S |
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| Is this he who robed in purple made Ayodhya's mansions bright | D |
| Now in jungle bark and deer skin clad as holy anchorite | D |
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| Is this be whose wreath d ringlets fresh and holy fragrance shed | D |
| Now a hermit's matted tresses cluster round his royal head | D |
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| Is this he whose royal yajnas filled the earth with righteous fame | A |
| Now inured to hermit's labour by the altar's sacred flame | A |
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| Is this he whose brow and forehead royal gem and jewel graced | D |
| Heir to proud Kosala's empire eldest noblest and the best ' | - |
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| Thus lamented pious Bharat for his heart was anguish rent | D |
| As before the feet of Rama he in loving homage bent | D |
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| 'Arya ' in his choking accents this was all that Bharat said | D |
| 'Arya ' spake the young Satrughna and he bent his holy head | D |
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| Rama to his loving bosom raised his brothers from his feet | D |
| Ah too deep is love for utterance when divided brothers meet | D |
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| Faithful Guha brave Sumantra bowed to Rama's righteous feet | D |
| And a joy and mingled sadness filled the hermit's calm retreat | D |
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