From his earliest days Lakshmana came to look upon Rama as his own benefactor and master and adored his feet. The love that existed between the two half-brothers, Bharata and Shatrughna, was as glorious as that which a servant offers to his master.

As the mothers looked upon the beauty of the two handsome pairs, one of whom was dark, the other fair, they would break a blade of grass (in order to avert the evil eye). Although all the four brothers were embodiments of amiability, beauty and virtue, yet the source of greatest joy was Rama.

In his heart shone the moon of grace and has captivating smiles represented its beams. Now on her lap, now in the beautiful cradle, the mother would fondle him, calling him her own little darling.

The unborn and all-pervading Brahma, who is untainted by illusion, without attributes and indifferent to diversion, lay in Kausalya’s lap, conquered by her love and devotion.

His dark body, which resembled a dark-blue lotus and a rain-burdened cloud, possessed the beauty of million of Cupids, and the nails glistened on his red lotus feet as if pearls had been set on the leaves of a rosy lotus.

The marks of a thunderbolt, a banner and a goad shone on his soles and the tinkling of his anklets enraptured the hearts of sages. A string of tiny bells girdled his waist and his stomach was creased in triple fold; the depth of his navel is known to him alone who has seen it!

His long arms were decked with many an ornament, and the tiger’s claws hanging on his breast possessed an exquisite beauty. The elegance of the jewelled necklace with a diamond at the lowest end and the print of the Brahman’s foot fascinated one’s mind.