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me? Am I not his son, bound to do his
behest? What glory or what joy can I look
for except to make good his word? How
did I deserve it that my father should avert
his face from me and refrain from
speaking
loving
words
to
me?
My
grievance, if at all, is that he did not send
for me straight and give me his command.
I shall go to the forest this very day, with
no regret. Send swift messengers at once
to fetch Bharata home."
The
Prince's
face
glowed
like
a
sacrificial fire bursting into flame as the
ghee is poured into it. Kaikeyi felt glad at
her apparent success. She could not look
into the future and its sorrow, for what
greater grief can come to a woman than
the scorn of her own son? Greed deceived
her into folly. It prevented her from
understanding aright the mind of her own
son Bharata.
Like a captive elephant hemmed in on
all sides, Dasaratha lay in anguish. With
needless harshness, Kaikeyi hurried Rama
saying, "Do not wait for the King to speak
and prolong the affair."
At this Rama said: "Mother, you have
not, it seems, known me. I value no
pleasure higher than to honor my father's
pledge. Let Bharata carry the burden of
kingship, and look after our aged father. It
will indeed give me the greatest joy."
Dasaratha,
silent
till
now
though
listening intently, moaned aloud. Rama
touched the feet of his father and Kaikeyi
and
hurried
out
of
the
chamber.
Lakshmana had been standing outside. He
knew what had happened and with eyes
red with anger he followed Rama.
On the way Rama saw the vessels
holding the consecrated water for the
coronation. He walked round them in
worship. With calm majesty lie left behind
the
white
umbrella
and
other
royal
insignia
and
advised
the
crowds
to
disperse. The Prince, in whom desire had
been vanquished, went to the house of
Queen Kausalya to give her the news and
take her blessings before departing to the
forest.
Readers
should
exercise
their
imagination and build up in their own
hearts the passions and sorrows of the
persons figuring in this epic. Dasaratha's
anguish, Rama's cheerful renunciation and
the greedy passion of Kaikeyi which
smothered all noble impulses these are
familiar phases in our daily lives.
Valmiki and Kamban saw with the
vision of genius and made the events in
Rama's story live again in song. We too
should
see
them
through