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.

Sunday, January 1, 2012

An offender forgiven

A crow flew down, and hit on Mother Sita’s face
Mother Sita waved a stick, at the crow, to chase
The stick She waved, it quickly dodged
Its beak into Her chest, it cruelly lodged

Though it pained, to cry, She did not raise Her voice
Disturbing Her husband’s sleep, on Her lap, was not a choice
The crow hit on Her, again and again
Mother Sita suffered abominable pain

She did not cry or shout, though She was incensed
Something bad happening to Her, Lord Rama sensed
He opened His eyes, and saw the unlawful crow
With tremendous fury and pain, He knit His brow

As He did not have with Him, His arrows and bow
He looked around for something heavy, to throw
Seeing nothing that could hurt, He plucked a grass
He held it like a weapon that was made of iron and brass

Into it the destructive Brahma mantra, He efficiently chanted
To come back with the crow’s life, His permission, He granted
The Brahmaastra- grass flew like a missile, spitting fire
Seeing danger at stake and fearing for life, the crow flew higher

The crow was actually Jayanthan, Indra’s son
Taking his true form, He started to run
He ran to heaven, and fell at his father’s feet
Not as a son, but even as a guest, Indra refused to treat

Again, becoming a crow, to Kailash he went
Shiva refused to help, wanting him to repent
From there, to surrender, to the creator Brahma he went
Only to realise, even on Brahma he could not depend

Realising no one would protect him from Lord Rama’s anger
He kept his head at The Lord’s Feet without delaying longer
The merciful Lord wanted to give Him complete protection
But it was too late for any such consideration or reflection

“Brahmaastra’s power cannot be nullified but can be reduced
The folly in torturing others, I hope you have deduced
Your left eye to the Brahmaastra, you must give
Giving up anarchic ways and misdeeds, you must live”

Jayanthan fell once again at The Lord’s Feet and apologized for his madness
Standing up once again to his height, he started singing The Lord’s Greatness
Along with his tears, his gratitude profusely flowed
Though his left eye was damaged by the grass that glowed

“Rama! Rama! Rama! Greatest Lord!
Though in human garb, I realise, You are God
Being the source of riches, like a mendicant, how could You be?
My fortune, not misfortune, has brought me to Thee!

Giving up my ego and shame, I beg Your love
Unlimited devotion unto Your feet, please bestow
I fall at Your Feet, wanting to be completely cleansed
For, from a devotee of Thy Feet, temptation is fenced

Never again must I err in my life
Never again must I look another’s wife
Though, the love of Your life, Mother Sita, I have offended
Me, from Your anger, You Yourself have defended

Both to Your might, and to Your mercy, I have been a witness
By which I have regained my mental sanity, and moral fitness
The loss I suffered is only a small fee
As from all future sins, I am free

Oh, Handsome One! The One with a heart, beautiful like a blossom
For every creature on this earth, there is a place in Your bosom
Only the lucky ones encounter You, with a good or bad intention
As they are released from all sins, once they get Your attention

You are unlimited love! You are all that is good!
For wisdom to grow, Your thought is food
You are the One, who has all the might!
You are the One, who is always right!

Forgive me, Lord, for all my sins, and accept me
Last in the queue of all Your devotees, let me be!”
Saying thus, Jayanthan fell at the Feet of Ram
Gratefully and truthfully saying, “Jai Shri Ram! Jai Jai Shri Ram!!”

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