Ram stood for Dharma’s grace, With truth and duty on his face,
Shatrughana bore Artha’s noble weight, Yet ruled with sandals at the gate.
Lakshman held Kama, pure and bright, Desire refined in loyal light,
Bharat, silent, calm, and free, Reflected Moksha’s liberty.
Four aims of life, four brothers true, Each one a path the soul must do,
Had they been three, the truth would lack, Had they been five, the balance cracks.
So four they came, from queens divine, To shape the world in sacred line,
A cosmic code in human frame, The soul’s own journey, told by name.
