... Triumph...

...triumph over the evil and evils.. the boastful high headed the one demon king.. Raaavan,
attained by the one.. the most specific and glorious.. Sri Ram.. saga sung by each and every one,

of triumphs.. of victory.. of tales.. of the specific and virtuous glory.. of the one.. strong and hard from inside,
Ram... Ram... Ram.. i utter in each phrase...  in each beginning.. in each word.. since i feel Ram is besides,

always always.. in heart.. in veins.. in breaths.. in blood.. in sweats.. in transitions.. in each work that i do,
kahan sampooran hoga mera kaam Ram kay bina.. never ever.. hai Ram ka saath toh kyon mein kissi bhi dukh say darro,

even in moments of comforts.. happiness.. and what else good that i may get in this life,
Ram kaa saath.. is the one.. the most precious.. the most comforting.. to ease out any kind of strife,

Said.. unsaid.. quotes.. unquotes.. done.. undones..  seen.. unseen.. heard.. unheard.. met and unmet,
thats what life had been to me.. of me.. and for me.. cud not snatch away.. the faith in one.. sublime sublet,

the precious or rather the most precious property or asset that i can and i could ever have,
true physical comforts i do not have many.. yet Ram.. Ram. shall always be my faith as strong as architrave....