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Oh Sreepathi, in your agony you stand,
As Lakshmi, your beloved, left your hand.
In this Kaliyug, you feel the need to be,
To leave behind your ornaments and decree.

You step onto Venkatagiri's sacred ground,
And suddenly, it's as if nature resounds.
All the trees chant, "Om Namo Narayana" with glee,
The rocks bear Balaji's name for all to see.

Living organisms find peace in this place,
Flowers bloom in joyful embrace.
Birds chirp the name of Narayana in song,
Vayu dev breezes gently, nothing goes wrong.

Surya dev smiles upon this holy sight,
As Bhumi carries the Lord with all her might.
The whole nature echoes, "Govinda, Govinda, Govinda",
Yet Sreepathi is consumed by thoughts of Lakshmi, oh dear.

In an ant's burrow, he finds his shelter,
Chanting only the name of his beloved, his helper.
Oh Sreepathi, lost in the depths of your mind,
May you find solace and peace that you seek to find.

Oh Parvathi, Saraswati wept for Narayana's plight,
As they gazed upon him in his sorrowful fight.
For once he set foot on this earthly plane,
Regardless of his form, be it Rama or Krishna's name.

He willingly endured separation for fourteen long years,
From his beloved parents, shedding countless tears.
His wife was cruelly stolen, abducted from his sight,
He fought for her and killed Ravan and did right.

Years passed, and he was torn from his dear wife,
To witness the birth of his children, his soul in strife.

His birth parents taken, attacked by his kinsmen,
He faced trials and tribulations again and again.

He wed sixteen thousand and eight wives with grace,
But his true love's absence left a void in his embrace.
And in the end, he met his fate in a forest so dense,
His dynasty crumbling, his life lost at the expense.

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𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕕𝕚𝕕 𝕊𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕙𝕚 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕠𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕤 ?

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