Fourteen years

The whole town woke before the sunrise, Every street was dressed in gold. Church bells echoed through the silence, Waiting for the story told. Then one promise changed forever Everything they'd planned that day. One queen spoke... One king was broken... One young prince just walked away. No excuses. No anger. Just a quiet "I'll obey." Sita took his hand and whispered, "Home is anywhere with you." Lakshmana smiled without a question, "I'll walk every mile there too." Silk gave way to bark and leather, Palace walls became the trees. Three hearts left behind a kingdom, Following the autumn breeze. Back in Ayodhya, Old King Dasharatha Called his firstborn through the night. His heart broke long before the morning, Waiting for a final sight. Fourteen years beneath the open sky, No crown to wear, No reason why. Just a promise Too strong to break, One road to walk, One cross to take. The world may call it losing... Heaven called it faith. Fourteen years through wind and fire, Through the cold and summer rain. Every step became a lesson, Every scar became his name. Kings are measured Not by power... Not by riches they have known. The greatest throne Was never waiting Inside a palace... It was built Inside his soul. The city kept its empty throne... While the forest Built a king.