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.

Saturday, August 18, 2012

Lord Rama and Hanuman

Sugriva’s eyes, with fear, opened wide
From the tree he was sitting to behind a rock, he jumped to hide
His four friends too jumped and sat by his side
To know what troubled Sugriva, they worriedly tried

“I just saw in our vicinity two strong young men
Like lions which have come out of their den
Dressed like ascetics and carrying weapons doesn’t seem right
They could be Vali’s henchmen looking for me to pick up a fight”

Sugriva, was the prince of the monkey kingdom Kishkindha, who had been exiled
His four friends were his ministers whose loyalty to him could not be defiled
Lord Rama’s devotee Hanuman, was among them, one
Great reputation for his wisdom, he had already won!

“Lord! Please do not panic. Let me have a look”, Hanuman said
And climbed up a tree to observe The Men, who did tread
Clinging on to a branch and observing, sometime he hovered
Then with mixed feelings of joy and doubt, himself he lowered

Once he came down from the tree
Towards his king, he made a plea
Sugriva and the other monkeys were surprised to see him excited
They always knew him as a stoic person who, some mantra within, recited

“Lord! If you give me permission, let me go and check
If they are my Lord Rama and Lakshman, it would be our luck
My heart, in which my Lord resides, tells me so
Their ascetic dresses give me many doubts, though!”

“Hanuman! If you think that is right, please do it
Know all about Them, without revealing about us, with your wit
Let me and others go to the cave at the top of this peak and sit
Once you gather all information, come up there and report it”

Saying thus, Sugriva and the others went to the fore said cave
A new form to himself mighty Hanuman gave
The form of a young Brahmin boy, he took
And approached Lord Rama with the new look

Towards Lord Rama and Lakshman, once he went near
His heart confirmed his hope and dispelled all fear
Once he knew it was Lord Rama, he had no hesitation
To sing about The Two Brothers, a praiseful recitation

Anyway as his king said, his identity, he concealed
And spoke in a way, their identities, The Brothers revealed
Beautiful words and chaste language, like an orator, he chose
And spoke his appreciation for The Brothers in poetic prose

“Accept my salutes, at Thy Feet, Oh God among men
You both are like paintings nature drew without a pen!
I thought of You as paintings, but You had dimensions, more than two
Then I thought of You as sculptures, but Your movements changed it too!

I think You both must be princes
But that thought, Your dressing, minces
Then I think You must be ascetics
But it is shattered by Your bow-sticks

Both of You as Devas, I did at first, think
But then, Your feet touches the ground and You do blink
I would have confirmed You as Vishnu, but
He has four hands, and in You, I don’t see that

Your broad fore-heads, without a third eye, are free
If not I could say you are Shiva, who has eyes in total, three
You have beard and effulgence like Brahma, but not faces four
Unable to know Your roots, I am confused to the core!

But I know one thing is true, that You both are very noble
For, to pump so much bliss and love, my heart was never able!
I have had such feelings for someone, in the past, but never since
It was for Shri Rama, the King of my heart and Ayodhya’s prince!”

“I am the Prince you are talking about, Ayodhya’s Ram!
Are you by any chance, Hanuman, disguised in human form?”
Lord Rama said thus and looked at Hanuman curiously with a smile
He was sure He had not met such a Brahmin boy up to this while

Lord Rama still remembering him made Hanuman’s heart melt
Before Lord Rama, with folded palms, Hanuman selflessly knelt
With tears whelming up in his beautiful eyes
He touched The Feet of Lord Rama, thrice!

“Yes my Lord! I am Hanuman, Your eternal slave
My loyalty to You, as a child, I already gave
Accept my obeisance, oh! Lion among men
Your greatness and glories cannot be listed by a pen

Unto Thy Holy Feet, I surrender my head
The path shown by You, I would sincerely tread
My respects at Your Feet I reverently pay
A poem of praise on You, I like to say!

In the mighty lineage of Raghu, You took birth
Which, from the beginning of time, has ruled the earth
To do things that are great is the nature of Your clan
To be a lighthouse to mankind is Your only plan

You are always good, by word, thought and deed
Among people, to be good, You sow the inspiration seed
By a character of honesty, love and service You stand tall
With righteousness and virtues, You attend to duty’s call

You respect rules and always go by the book
You attract all people with Your pleasant look
You respect men of all rank and cadre
You love all with a heart that cannot be broader

You always depend on truth’s might
And therefore You are always right
For the welfare of all, You always wish
Your character for thought is a delicious dish

You are beautiful, both by character and looks
The wise always keep You in their good books
Your beautiful face reflects Your beautiful heart
Your large lotus eyes reflect Your innocent thought

To protect the weak, You have strong and mighty arms
On getting a vision of You, the agitated mind calms
Broad, muscular and hairy is Your mighty chest
Which, lodges within it, a Heart, whose love is best

Your stomach, above Your hip, is flat, fit and narrow
Your strong body says that You are a warrior hero
Though dressed in deer skin, You look majestic and royal
Just for Your look one can surrender to You and be very loyal

One cannot say if Your body is blue or dark
The arrow You shoot never misses its mark
By relentlessly giving, in charity, Your palm has become red
When people come to You, You make sure they are well fed

Only sweet words come from Your rose coloured lips
To the ones they are spoken, they are always useful tips
Useless, foul and extra words, You never utter
With wisdom, knowledge and goodness, Your speech does glitter

You never take to heart what people say in anger
You see good things in people and make those qualities stronger
Even the smallest of good deeds done to You, You never forget
Even to help the ungrateful ones, You never stop or regret

Whatever You do, You do it with thought and care
And so, You are always successful and Your glory does flare
About Your plans, with Your friends and well-wishers, You do talk
Then in the action path, with their guidance and wishes, You do walk

The steps that You take are always well measured
The words that You speak are always well treasured
A meeting with You becomes a memory that is cherished
All sins and ignorance in Your presence is perished

You are an expert and ace in all the branches of arts and science
You have the best and balanced qualities of all the astrological signs
Therefore, You can empathise with and impress any man
To make people do what You want, You easily can

Though people before You are submissive, You never dominate
Which makes them more submissive accepting You as great
The obedience people show, You use for welfare at large
For their lives both material and spiritual You take charge

So much and more I can say about You!
The qualities I enumerated are only a few
About You and Your character, I always think
Your sanctifying name for wisdom, I always sing

Jai Shri Ram! Jai Jai Shri Ram!!
Please do bless me, by showing Your palm
Jai Shri Ram! Jai Jai Shri Ram!!
May I become like You, wise, strong and warm”

Mighty and wise Hanuman after saying thus
Plucked some flowers, around which bees did buzz
Offered them at Lord Rama’s Feet
And fell flat on the ground like a sheet

Lord Rama wished for Hanuman, all that is best
He wished Hanuman’s fame must stand time’s test
Lord Rama wished for Hanuman’s physical and mental health
And that Hanuman must realise the highest truth as the only wealth

“I bless you Hanuman, please do rise
You to Me, have always been nice
Seeing you again is sheer delight
Your words of praise have made Me light”

Thus Lord Rama and Hanuman once again met
And Lord Rama’s blessings, Hanuman did get
Thus mighty Hanuman who could suppress a storm
Lay prostrate before his Lord, chanting, ‘Jai Shri Ram! Jai Jai Shri Ram!!”

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