The Ultimate Liberator!

For the seekers of knowledge
Can there be a knowledge?
better than
The Knowledge of The Divine, Shri Rama!

The one who liberated
Even the blades of grasses
And all the swarms of ants

Leaving none behind
That ever existed
In the Good City of Ayodhya

And placed them in
An exotic heaven
Created exclusively for them
By the Great Grandshire Brahma!


Ramayanam is Agriculture
Bhagavatham is Harvest

The twin-syllable, Rama
When a devotee exalts!
The Birth-Death cycle
It permanently halts

Goodness and Wealth
It everyday brings
Sin and poverty
It cleanses and shrinks


Goodness Honesty Sweetness Simplicity
Gentleness Strength Humility Bravery
Valour Talent Prowess Success
Memory Trustworthiness Heroism Genuinity
Such adorable qualities and so much more
By chanting Rama's name you will score!


My Lord's Story: Goodness Incarnate

Ramayanam in English poetry.

The Supreme Lord of the Universe was once born on this earth as a Human Being, faced challenges and had His share of pain and pleasure going through both good and bad times like any of us. Like any of us He too, took His turn in laughter and cry.

This humility of The Lord, that makes Him come down to earth and share with us our difficulties to show us a way to handle them is what I admire in Him. This quality of Him, makes me surrender to Him unconditionally and makes me want to sing His Glory on and on and on.

My Lord's Story is an out pour of my devotion that seeps out in gratitude for the pains He took to be a lighthouse for us, to cross the ocean of Samsara.

Links to all the posts have been provided in an order on the right side column.

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Dasaratha’s plea

They then went to see Dasaratha, The King
Who still lay on the floor, like a bird without a wing
The mighty one who could not be fell by a sword
Was now fallen to deceit, by His very own word

Rama and Lakshman carried their father to the cot
Remembering the victorious battles, the man had fought
They helped him lie with comfort and ease
And the pain of his heart, Rama tried to appease

“Dad! I am ready to start my exile now
To keep up your word, I’ve taken this vow
Fourteen years will pass like fourteen days
I’ll be back very soon in a lightning pace”

“I want you to bless me now and say, ‘so long’
And go about your life, happy and strong
Bharatha would care for you and be very nice
Protecting you like the eyelids, protecting its eyes”

Dasaratha opened his eyes, hearing Rama speak
And started to moan, with a voice very meek
He clung on to Rama’s hands, very tight
He did not want Rama to go away from his sight

Though he knew it would be a fruitless task
He gathered some courage and decided to ask
Shri Rama to give up the vows that were taken
And started to rant with a mind that was shaken

“Dear Ram, please don’t give up your right to rule
Do not bother to protect the word of this fool
Arrest me now and put me in jail
So that, in keeping my words, I’ll have reason to fail”

“An incapable man cannot keep his word
And for that reason, I won’t be blamed by the world
It is only me who is bound by the promise
If you break it, nothing would go amiss"

"You will be doing this at the larger interest
And that too only at my behest
The world will neither blame You for doing this
As I have already announced You as King, before this"

Shri Rama disposed off the idea with a smile
Who had been caressing his father’s chest all this while
“I don’t desire a Kingdom, dad
On my behalf you need not be sad”

“Me arresting you, would be like putting up a play
Just to avoid the price we have to pay
The world is no fool to believe such act
It would blame both of us for breaking a pact”

“It would talk ill of us, father and son
For playing a trick to cheat a woman
We belong to the clan of Harischandra, the great
Who stood by truth even at an adverse fate”

Hearing these words of wisdom, from his son
Except for silent tears, the king could say none
At the same time the king felt very proud about Rama
And admired Rama’s steadfastness in upholding Dharma

Shedding endless tears, The King became quiet
Lost in thought like a wordless poet
Rama, Lakshman and Sita changed to ochre clothes
And promised, not to enter any city, by taking oaths

With the entire palace shedding tears
With pleading requests piercing their ears
The Noble three, bid farewell to all
On the palace in-mates’ hearts, doom did fall

Thus Shri Rama took up to duty’s call
So that His father’s name would not befall
From glory to shame, failing in a ruler’s norm
Jai Shri Ram! Jai Jai Shri Ram!!

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