She is the supreme goddess, the eternal queen of Vaikuntha Dham.
Among all divine forces, none match her greatness.
She did not arrive in Janakpur by fate — she chose it.
For she is the creator of fate itself, the writer of destinies.
She took the form of a child, the most divine form of Devi Mahalakshmi,
Emerging from the Earth by her own will — thus known as Bhoomija.
She is the breath and the final silence, the first light and the last shade.
She is boundless compassion, yet holds within her the fiercest power.
She is love and law, patience and protection, the shelter and the storm.
She is the sun, the moon, the smallest particle, and the divine mother of the multiverse.
She is Jaga Janani Shri Janaki, the soul of the cosmos and the power behind dharma.
Not fate, but will — she took her stand,
And chose with grace the sacred land.
In Janakpur, the soil she blessed,
Where Earth herself became her nest.
No force above her could decide,
She is the wave, the moon, the tide.
The maker of time, the sculptor of fate,
Who walks the world, both calm and great.
From Vaikuntha’s golden throne she came,
In human form, yet still the same.
Not lesser, not veiled, not forced to be,
But goddess pure for all to see.
She bloomed from Earth, not born by need,
But by her will, her divine deed.
The Bhoomija, from soil she rose,
With lotus eyes and moonlit glow.
She is the fire in dharma’s fight,
The quiet voice in darkest night.
She holds the sun within her gaze,
And weaves the world in mystic ways.
She is not bound by heaven’s law,
All gods in her reflection draw.
The stars obey the steps she takes,
The sky itself for her awakes.
She is the smile in lovers’ tears,
The strength behind all ancient seers.
The form of peace, the soul of storm,
In every breath, her sacred form.
When Raghunath stood tall and just,
She stood beside, a vow, a trust.
Not behind — she was the flame,
That made his name a sacred name.
She is shadow, she is light,
The one who births both day and night.
The past, the present, what shall be,
All flow from her infinity.
O Shri Janaki, chosen queen,
Of realms both visible and unseen.
The Earth, the stars, all bow to thee —
The mother, warrior, soul set free.
SHRI VAIDEHI RAGHAV NAMO NAMAHA