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AHALYA'S LIBERATION BY SRI RAMA





Gazing at  beautiful Ahalya from above, Indra was filled with lust;
Possessing her immediately became for him a must.
Taking  advantage of her husband- Sage Gautam Muni- having gone for a bath,
He magically took on the husband’s appearance and came down her path.

Poor unsuspecting Ahalya, though perplexed at husband’s desire at an unusual hour,
Nevertheless surrendered in his arms like a true wife and husband lover.
Then the real sage returned and realizing the deceit, was furious at both;
Though asked for forgiveness, Muni cursed them, as to forgive them he was loath.

Thus it transpired that the beautiful Ahalya got turned to stone;
But was assured by Gautam that for her sin she would atone
When her stone figure would have the Divine Bliss
Of the Lord Raghu Ram’s feet’s kiss.

When Ahalya’s original human form was restored
By Patita Pavana’s touch, as foretold,
She thanked her husband for his curse which she considered now a Blessing,
That she got to see the Lord God himself, what a benediction!!.
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