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.

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Liberation of a Sage

“Your Feet is too powerful, Brother!” Lakshman exclaimed
A pensive Lord Rama smiled at Lakshman and silently remained
Lakshman expounded to Mother Sita about Ahalya’s liberation
Viradha was the second person; Lord Rama’s feet gave salvation

Mother Sita too realised, there was something great beyond conception
About Her Husband regarding which He Himself was in deception
Talking about the wonderful event The Noble Three traced their way
To the place, where Sage Sarabhanga had put up his stay

When Sage Sarabhanga’s ashram to Them was in yonder
The Noble Three happened to witness another wonder
Before the ashram a chariot, on the air, magically stood
And a man hopped on to it coming out of the ashram’s hood

The man noticed The Noble Three
But pretended like he did not see
As if to avoid them, his charioteer, he hurried
The chariot rose into the clouds and got buried

Though disturbed a little by the man’s pretense
Lord Rama remained calm without becoming tense
He guessed, the man could be Indra, heaven’s king
But regarding the man’s act, bells did not ring

The Noble Three entered the ashram and met the sage
Who, had kept his soul like a bird in his body cage
Weakened by old age and severe austerities, his body shook
Joy, love and contentment oozed from his eyes, through his look

On seeing Lord Rama, he smiled as if he had found
A gem that was long lost somewhere on the ground
He looked at Lord Rama as if, to him, Lord Rama belonged
It was also as if, to Lord Rama, he ever belonged

“Rama!” He said, as if calling his child
With a voice that was sweet and mild
“Indra just came to invite me to heaven to be a permanent guest
But I thought a glimpse of you would be better and best

Is it not for this moment I kept my body without dying?
Is it not for such a moment every sage in the forest is trying?
Are you not the joy in every sacred heart?
Do you not reside in every being’s deepest part?”

Lord Rama was overwhelmed by the old man’s love
At the old man’s feet, Lord Rama did bow
The sage folded his palms and accepted the honor
As if a slave receiving an award from his owner

“Rama! I have performed difficult penance for long
The merits I have earned are large and strong
I have earned for myself heavens innumerable
I like to gift them to You, if to You, it is acceptable

To the difficulties of the jungle, I am used
The forest’s resources, to my benefits, I have expertly used
To me, this forest is a heaven by itself
I need not own those heavens for myself

You are a good Prince who deserves all comfort
In handling the difficulties of the forest, You are no expert
Please accept those heavens and stay in them at ease
I gift them to You, accepting Your Vision as fees”

Lord Rama smiled at the sage with a Heart that was moved
As if looking at His grandfather, His eyes, on the sage, were glued
But the merits earned by others, Lord Rama would not relish
To Him, relaxing at the expense of other’s hard work was blemish

“Dear Grandpa! For the offer you have made, I do thank
But you are the one who deserves in heaven a godly rank
You have worked so hard all your life in a pious way
Now reach up to the heavens, relax, rejoice, and happily stay”

The sage almost knew that was what Lord Rama would say
Contented that he had done all his best, his heart was gay
The sage then prepared himself for his final travel
He did that in a way arousing The Noble Three’s marvel

The sage creating before him a powerful fire
Entered into it, and cast off his body like an attire
From the fire arose a huge and splendorous light
Towards the skies perpendicularly it took flight

The Noble Three’s eyes were wide and wet
It took time for their overwhelmed minds to set
Thus, both sinners and sages were liberated by Ram
Jai Shri Ram! Jai Jai Shri Ram!!

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