Renukaa, King Prasenjit's daughter,

Had her pure mind flowing as water.

Jamadagni-Renukaa led a virtuous life,

Praying and meditating, without strife.

Jamadagni was a powerful sage,

For him life and death was just but stage.

(For more information about Jamadagni, see the chapter Wricheek's Love)

With deep concentration he all day meditated,

While Renukaa in household chores thoroughly dedicated.

Rumanvaan, Sushen, Vasu, Vishwaavasu and Raam-

Five sons they had, strong and calm.

One day Renukaa went to fetch water as usual,

Beautiful, slow, lovable, casual.

Chitrarath, a gandharva, who dance and sing,

To the river his wives did bring.

Brahmaa's mind-son Kaashyap's son;

Muni, Daksha's daughter, brought him on.

Going to the river they removed all clothes,

A place on riverside, merry, they chose.

Hither came Renukaa, with a pitcher in hand,

Was utmost marvelled in seeing the happy band.

Chitrarath was young, fair, with hairless chest,

Strong shouldered and armed, with face at its best,

Square, with semi-stretched red lips,

Eyes semi-wide, romantic, deep it dips,

Long hair fluffing on shoulders,

Droplets of water, shining, finding their boulders,

Developed wrists with manly fingers

Groping women's breasts, feeling that lingers

A great sensation from head to feet,

A deep urge in groin, desiring to chew it.

Women folk were jolly, fair,

It was as if they danced in air.

Their black long hair danced lively,

Unearthly smiles looking lovely.

Chitrarath took two women at a time,

Pulled them up, on shoulder they climb.

His back muscles curved as art,

Joyfully they were all doing flirt.

Renukaa felt like this before never.

That she had seen such young man ever.

Renukaa watched and went on watching,

With her eyes she went on touching

The smooth skin of Chitrarath dazzling,

From head to underbelly reveling.

Time passed, she knew not,

What calamity the day had brought.

When she realized, she hurriedly

Collected water in the pitcher neatly,

Took it on her waist, sweetly curved,

Hand around its neck, to be served

To Jamadagni for his ritual,

Yagna and spiritual

Practices for which he is waiting

For so long in frustrating

Mood and impatience.

A thought of proper misfeasance

Had occurred to Jamadagni by the time

As he had known by his yog prime

What became of Renukaa fallen,

That her mind-sky had been sullen,

When he, anxious, closed his eyes,

Saw the scene, heard Renukaa's sighs.

Renukaa, meanwhile, was pacing quick,

Her open breast dancing, red cheek,

Her dhouti long from waist to knees,

Droplets of water falling at ease.

Jamadagni pretended to be furious as hell,

Cause of her anger he did spell.

"I saw everything through my yogic vision,

All movements by you in precision.

Your body language and your eyes,

All were entirely full of vice.

You gave away dharma, indeed you did,

Paap - sin - your brain did feed.

When you look at other man in eyes of lust,

You loose wifehood undoubtedly fast.

You then no more stay as wife,

You then loose your positive vibe.

No more you can love, not do service,

Become flesh, rotten, smelling piece.

You then face even greater fall,

Happiness, peace you loose all.

You should have controlled, taken eyes back,

From jyoti - light - you went for black.

You went for point of no return,

Price of sin you have to earn.

For sin is downfall, downgrade of heart,

Fall of personality, beauty part.

You cannot perform, cannot be ideal,

Loose respect and life real.

You cannot remain as head held high,

Straight spine, strong feet all away fly.

With drooping shoulders you lead your life,

That is hell in world, full of strife.

Or if you go wrong way determined,

Danger in crossroad terrible you find.

For God will force you to go right way,

At divine intervention more price you pay.

Better take sorrow, or sorrow will take you,

You think me old? Your mind you blew.

Now you as my wife I cannot accept,

The wrongful way as you stepped.

No praayaschitta - repentance - can help you keep

The hole of misfortune you fell in deep.

Your punishment is undoubtedly death,

What is this life if there's no faith?"

He called on Rumanvaan, his eldest son,

"Son, your axe you put on.

Your mother has committed crime grave,

She has become indriya - sense's slave.

Use your strong hands you use to cut woods

To prepare for yagna for spiritual foods

For gods. Now chop your mother's head off,

Her accrued sins might out cough."

"What are you saying father,

I have to kill my mother?

I cannot do so, whatever you say,

Make amends with her, to you I pray.

What has my mother done?"

Jamadagni said, "Your mother made fun

Of my love, by looking at other,

Para-purush, sins she gathered.

You are not to question, obey orders.

In questioning indiscipline borders."

Sushen he called, his son second,

Even he was difficult to bend.

He called Vasu, his third son,

And ordered him for what was to be done.

Vasu vehemently denied, sternly refusing,

A great humiliation filled up Jamadagni's being.

Vishwaavasu was last called,

Hearing the order, he was appalled.

"Pitaa, what are you saying!

There's no greater sin than maataa's slaying.

Why can't you live happily with her?

Forget your anger, love's bar.

Understand and forgive, you will find peace,

Torment in your heart will eventually cease.

My mother happy you make,

Your heart will rise and wake."

Jamadagni shot back, "I am angry who says?

Don't you confuse me in different ways.

It's not for you to me preach,

You hold back your long speech.

You failed to obey my command,

I will make you all forever banned.

Let you all become mad,

I don't want such children bad."

The moment he uttered the curse

Sense of sons went adverse.

They faltered in walking,

In air hands groping,

Vision got blurred, forgot their names,

Dhoutis got unattached, devoid of shames.

Like animal nonsense they loitered,

With zero heart, zero brain they wandered.

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Amidst birds' chirp, coolly blowing air,

Snow-topped mountains in background fair,

Deep green tree-leaves in jungle both sides,

There goes a road which jungle divides.

Parashuraam on that road strode on,

Suryadev has arisen after dawn.

With vast shoulders and strong biceps,

Powerful big body taking bold steps.

Hung Shiva's dhanush - bow - round his body,

The axe - parashu - in hand embody.

Tun - quiver - tied in back,

All hair round in pack

Over his head in rudraaksha-string,

Piercing, wide eyes that startle any being.

Three rows of ashes beautifully drawn

On forehead, chitrak - cheetah-hood moves on

From right shoulder to waist left,

White dhouti beautifully kept

From waist to knees, bringing on

Thin waist and muscular legs shown.

Rudraaksha-strings around neck, hand-muscles and wrists,

A powerful demeanor altogether gifts.

A long distance he travelled by road,

Before he reached Jamadagni's abode.

Before he could pranaam offer,

Before he could well-wish father,

Jamadagni said with countenance jovial,

"I was waiting for you time real.

Now you can do my my task,

Of which you I sincerely ask."

"What is it pitaah, what do you ask for?"

"Kill your mother, for I abhor

The sins she accrued, intolerable,

For which your brothers were not able."

On father Parashuraam had great respect,

He knew his great spiritual aspect.

He took up his axe, to Renukaa went,

Chopped her head off, she could not prevent.

"It is good you did." Jamadagni said,

"Your brothers were in heart afraid.

They lost their senses in my curse,

But you obeyed me without farce.

For this happy exceedingly am I,

Ask for a boon, don't be shy."

Raam for this moment was waiting.

"Get my mother back to living.

Please love her as before.

If you permit I ask for more.

Please ensure she doesn't recollect,

Negative memory not to affect."

"Tathaastu, will stay the experience

In the soul. She will put a fence

Around her heart. It is but for this

I cursed her, to sin dismiss."

"I know you can bring back to life

Anybody. You pulled up the strife

Knowingly, all was under your control,

For your action you had a goal."

"Raam, you are quite wise,

In your heart burnt is vice.

I wish to grant you another boon,

Make your wish and future- in similar tune."

''Bring my brothers out of madness,

Their weakness they will confess.''

''Let it be so. Raam O,

Your passions strength will destroy your foe.

Ask for boon another!

I will grant you, as your father.''

''O father, give me everlasting life,

I want to feel world's vibe."

"So be it", Jamadagni said,

Very happy to have the boons made.

He thought in mind, ''Just as I thought,

What I had foreseen has been brought.''

He went to Renukaa, '' O Lakshmee's part,

Let sound again your heart. 💓

Please arise, worshipped you will be,

As long as this earth can see.''