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The valiant Vulture king Jatayu was resting his plumage,
Who, though mighty and powerful was now in his old age.
Suddenly seeing a damsel forcibly carried by a Rakshasa,
Jatayu realized it was Rama’s wife being taken by Ravana.

Though weak now due to passage of time, Jatayu the valiant knight,
Felt sad at his friend Dasarath’s daughter-in-law’s plight.
Thus spreading his powerful wings and rising to Ravana’s height,
He ordered him to release Rama’s Sita, else be ready for a fight. 

Though the Raksasa king first laughed at Jatayu in scorn,
He soon started screaming in pain as his body was being torn.
But the brave and noble Jatayu’s attack was in vain,
As, soon by Ravana the aging bird was alas! slain.

 Ram and Laxman,while in desperation for Sita were searching,
Happened upon the King of the skies as he lay wounded and dying.
Learning in great sorrow what happened from the vulture’s narration,
Rama blessed the large hearted Jatayu and arranged for a proper cremation.




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