Squirrel's Song

Dear Lord Ram! Dear Lord Ram!

I cherish in my heart, the blessed day

On which thy Highness came my way

Bent down to me and showed thy palm

And made me climb thy macho arm

On thy masculine shoulders, thou made me play

That moment alone my mind does replay

A zillion times, over and over

The abundance of love, thou did shower

The moment I set my eyes on you

Thy true identity, my heart did knew!

As I jump on trees from branch to branch

My heart did shout with a faith so staunch

That you are the one who resides in my heart

The source of my life and the inseparable part

That you are the one, my very core

And the source of energy in my every pore

To play on thy shoulder, like on a terrace

To relish from thy palm, a soothing caress

To serve in thy mission, a negligible part

But a name in thy story, like a counterpart

A privilege, even Great Devotees didn't get

Not even Hanuman, my Bro, I can bet

What have I done to deserve this grace?

The gratitude I feel is difficult to phrase

Living on nuts and fruits is no restraint

Never did I meditate like a Holy Saint

To chant thy name, never did I squeak

My search for food is no selfless work

Men can learn a lesson from me

To get thy grace, ever to be

All they need is a child-like heart

Not of cunningness, the tiniest part

Accept the life that is given to them

And cut out greed, at the very stem

To shed of burdens, living moment by moment

And let go of grudges that makes them repent

Eat as much as their stomach can take

And share with others the rest of their make

Roam about the world with a mindset, free

As I leap with joy from tree to tree!

I am sure Dear Ram, on a blessed day

Your Highness, for sure, will walk their way

Will bend down to them and show thy palm

And make them climb, thy macho arm!