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!

-Nammazhvaar


Ramayanam is Agriculture
Bhagavatham is Harvest
-Me


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

-Kambar


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!

-Me

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.


Thursday, April 23, 2020

Sugriva's Story





























Hanuman got up and stood before Lord Rama with folded palms
Feeling satisfied that he had worshipped His Lord as per norms
Then, about The Brothers’ purpose in the jungle, he decided to ask
As a loyal servant to Sugriva, He was keen on his task

“Lord! As if searching for something, where do you go?
The reason, You are not in Your regal attire, may I know?
Your moustache and beard, down to your chest, has fully grown
By which, the time You spent in the jungle is clearly shown

I understand You have taken up some noble goal
Yet, my mind is shattered by questions, please make it whole”
Hanuman became silent after asking his question
At Lord Rama’s behest, Lakshman explained their mission

“Hanuman! Let me tell you Our story in brief
About why We are in the jungle and why We are in grief
Brother Rama’s coronation was announced by the king, who knew no defeat
But it was obstructed and stopped by Mother Kaikeyi’s deceit

A boon given to her, by the king, She demandingly asked
Her greed, under love for her son, she cunningly masked
Her son Bharatha’s coronation and Brother Rama’s exile she wanted
By the king, though shocked and in sorrow, these two boons were granted

This bitter misfortune, like honey, Brother Rama swallowed
He happily walked out, while His wife Sita and I followed
Though the king himself and the people insisted that He must rebel
Only in upholding his father’s promise, not wealth, my Brother did revel

Mother Sita, Brother Rama and I happily lived in the jungle
Visiting ashrams with sagacious people, we did cordially mingle
Then we moved on to Panchavati and settled building a hut
We lived peacefully until Surphanaka came and spoiled that

Towards Brother Rama she amorously advanced
At Mother Sita, she threateningly glanced
After enough warning I cut off her nose
She ran away from the spot shouting her woes

By her Brother Khara’s army, we were then attacked
Brother Rama, single handedly, wiped it with skill and tact
After a few weeks, by a deer, Brother and I were led astray
Mother Sita was lost, by the time, we came back our way

That a prince named Sugriva can help us, we were helpfully told
To the prospect of finding Her with his help, we hopefully hold
At this point, dear Hanuman, we happen to meet
Your presence, to our dull minds, is an uplifting treat”

On hearing Sugriva’s name Hanuman smiled with enthuse like a boy
At the prospect of an adventure ahead, his heart jumped with joy
“Lord! I am that Sugriva’s counselor and friend
I am sure, to your trouble, Sugriva would make amend

Lord! Let me first tell You, the story of Sugriva, my boss
About his misfortune, suffering and unjust loss
Though his story, as Yours, is not as sanctifying and great
He too is good and share’s with You a similar fate

In these jungles, a kingdom called Kishkinda lies
Though run by monkeys, with human civilization it vies
It was ruled by Riksharajas, a monkey of strength and stature
Until, one day, he left his body and became one with nature

Vali and Sugriva were his two sons
In the sky of his heart they were like two suns
Before his death, elder Vali as the king, he anointed
With much love, pious Sugriva as the prince, he appointed

Sugriva as a loving brother happily and loyally served Vali well
But why fate played with that good one’s life, I am unable to tell
Once a demon named Mayavi came to Kishkindha’s gate
And challenged Vali in a duel, driven by bad luck and fate

Vali became furious and thrashed him left and right
Unable to bear the blows, Mayavi took flight
Vali’s anger was not subsided and so he started to chase
To be by his brother’s side, innocent Sugriva started to race

Vali and Sugriva saw Mayavi fearfully entering a cave
Vali decided to make it, Mayavi’s permanent grave
Vali, from pursuing with the fight, Sugriva politely obstructed
Surgriva, to wait at the entrance of the cave, Vali mockingly instructed

Vali entered the deep cave and started to fight with his rival
Sugriva obediently started to wait expecting his brother’s arrival
Weeks went by, but Sugriva waited without a falter
Other monkeys and I, often went to give him food and water

Loud thuds and yelps, from within the cave, were heard
The fight taking so long to end was mysterious and weird
Months went by and yet Sugriva waited without a fault
It took one complete year for the fight to come to a halt

With a loud cry from Vali, the fighting sound ended
To Sugriva’s heart, great sorrow, and fear they rendered
That, Vali was killed by Mayavi, Sugriva wrongly thought
Visions of Mayavi coming out angrily, his fearful mind brought

In order to escape from the impending threat
A huge rock from the surroundings he did get
The mouth of the cave, Sugriva tightly shut with the rock
Came back to Kishkinda and revealed his sorrow and shock

Though Sugriva was not in the least interested in his brother’s seat
That he must become the king, his ministers and citizens did repeat
After much convincing and coaxing, Sugriva hesitantly accepted to rule
The monkeys led much happier lives, as Sugriva was polite and cool

Since Sugriva was crowned only a few weeks had went
Vali rushed into Kishkinda and a furious cry he sent
Seeing Sugriva sitting on the royal throne
To unlimited heights his anger had grown

Sugriva was only more than happy to see his brother
He ran with tears and fell at the feet of his brother
He expressed his joy that his brother had survived
But Vali had lost trust on him and it could not be revived

Vali pushed aside Sugriva and started to thrash
By the fire of Vali’s fury, brotherhood became ash
To words about Sugriva’s innocence, Vali paid no heed
He harshly punished anyone who justified Sugriva’s deed

Out of the kingdom of Kishkinda, Sugriva had to run
Vali took for himself Sugriva’s wife Ruma, for carnal fun
Since then, Sugriva lives in hiding on the Rishyamukha Mountain
The tear he sheds out of fear and grief is a non stop fountain

He saw both of You coming and feared You were Vali’s men
I requested him to be in a cave and came to You in disguise then
Lord! I now see light in his life, as You both have come in search
Shall we go up to the cave, where Sugriva, my boss, does perch?”

To meet Sugriva, Lord Rama and Lakshman were eager
Lord Rama had made His decision as the choices left were meager
They walked uphill to the mountain cave and once they were near
Hanuman wanted to go in first and dispel Sugriva’s fear

After a moment, Sugriva with his ministers came out of the cave
Lord Rama saw that he was incapable of wickedness and truly naïve
With fear, wonder and hope, Sugriva looked at the face of Ram
On seeing Lord Rama’s smile Sugriva’s heart became warm

Sugriva’s shoulders with affection, Lord Rama gently touched
Lord Rama’s hands, like his final hope, Sugriva tightly clutched
Each the other’s name, simultaneously, They said
Between them, profusely, waves of friendship did flood

Thus Lord Rama met with Sugriva, his lifetime friend
Like fire and air, mutually benefitting, they would blend
Each other in their problems, they would help
Crushing their problems, with their might, to a pulp

Hanuman suggested that They must sit and talk
Towards a shady meadow nearby They did walk
On wooden seats brought by Hanuman, They comfortably sat
About their problems and solutions They started to chat

“Ram! All about You, and Your noble life, Hanuman did say
My fortune, not Your misfortune, has brought You this way
About the abduction of Your wife, I am sorry
We will definitely find Her, please do not worry

Regarding Her, I think we might have a clue
Please give me a moment, I will show it to You”
Saying thus at Hanuman, Sugriva looked
Once Hanuman left, Sugriva in his chat got hooked

“Once my companions and I were sitting on a tree
To our wonder, on the sky, we happened to see
A golden car shaped like a bird was swiftly flying
From within it a woman was lamenting and crying

We saw in it a man, dark, strong and tall, heartless to her pleas 
He looked like, even mighty mountains, he could lift with ease
With one hand on the golden car and another on his hips
He stood arrogantly with a smug smile on his bloody lips

He seemed to have many heads all with similar faces
He could sprout them out or pull them in like they were his maces
On all his faces he had moustaches that were kempt
To stare at his large red eyes, none would dare to attempt

His face unlike Yours was cruel, harsh and cold
His body was fully decked with ornaments made of gold
On seeing his muscular arms that were dripping with sweat
That he could take on an army alone, I could easily bet

A yellow saree made of silk, the crying Woman wore
On seeing us monkeys, Her saree, She immediately tore
Quickly removing some of Her jewels, She tightly made a knot
And threw the bundle to us, as if propelled by a very quick thought

It was clear the Woman was being abducted by the man
To not melt on hearing such cries only a heartless being can
I think She must be Your wife as She did utter Your name
For not listening to Her brother-in-law, Herself, She did blame”

As Sugriva was speaking thus, Hanuman came with a bundle
On seeing His Wife’s cloth, Lord Rama’s face did dwindle
To Him, seeing the cloth was like seeing His wife
His heart started to pain cut by the longing knife

The bundle was placed on Lord Rama’s outstretched hands
Reminded of His wife’s touch, from His eyes hung tearful strands
His eyes filled with tears, He could not see the jewel
Missing badly The One, who, in His heart did always dwell

Squeezing His eyelids, He let the tears flow
Trying hard to see, the jewels’ sparkling glow
Like a blind man He touched the jewels and felt
More and more tears flooded as His heart did melt

He could not identify the jewels, with tear after tear filling His eyes
For help, to identify the jewels, He turned to Lakshman, the wise
“Do you remember any of them? Lakshman please do see
Tears fill my eyes! And I am unable to think or see!”

Lakshman took in his hands, the jewels one by one
To his Brother’s disappointment, he could remember none
At last when he took the anklets, his thoughtful face brightened
The reason makes him, among all brothers, stand tall heightened

“Brother! These anklets are definitely hers!
I can say for sure, without any doubts or fears!
I’ve seen them while worshipping Her Feet and therefore remember well
I have not much noticed the other ornaments of hers and so I cannot tell”

That was the kind of devotion, Lakshman had for Sita and Ram
All that he had in mind was to serve Them, as per a slave’s norm
Hanuman realised the respect Lakshman had for Sita and Ram
Towards Lakshman in salutation Hanuman folded his palm

Lord Rama took those jewels and hugged them to His chest
To the eyes that shed tears, He could not give a rest
By hugging for long those jewels, of His wife’s belonging
He felt like hugging His wife and satiated His Heart’s longing

He took His wife’s bangles in His hands
He was reminded of His wife’s delicate hands
He thought of how those hands made garlands with flowers
And of how they scrubbed His back while He took His showers

He thought of how He kept those hands for long in His clutch
While His wife leaned on His chest for long and remained as such
Now missing Her head resting on His chest
Her jewels unto His bosom He did thrust

On the golden earrings in the bundle His eyes awoke
Reminding of the little ears unto which His love He spoke
He thought of how those earrings dangled alongside Her cheek
Reminded of the innocent dimple, while smiling, He became weak

The anklets reminded Him of Her feet and toes
On which He used to apply Mehendhi in rows
He thought of how His Wife used to feel helplessly shy
While He pulled and kept Her Feet, to decorate, on His thigh

He touched Her beautiful necklace made of the whitest pearls
It reminded Him of Her shoulders on which did fall Her curls
Reminded thus about His gentle wife’s beauty and love
He felt miserable, helpless, and desperate, like a hunted dove

The Tears rolled down His cheeks like an abundant cascade
By His broad forehead wrinkles of sorrow were made
He pressed the bundle on His forehead as if to make them straight
His Heart which contained nothing but love was now a sorrowful crate

On seeing their Lord’s sorrow Lakshman and Hanuman became sad
Sugriva tried to console his Friend hoping to make Him glad
“Shri Ram! Like a weak person, You must not lament thus
If You, The Lord Himself, loose heart, who will protect us

To my heart that suffered from fear, Your arrival gave hope
But if You, Yourself, be weak, how can Your dependants cope?
Accept me and my friends as Your slave and tell us what to do
To amend this loss of Yours, we will risk our lives too!”

On hearing such words from Sugriva who was himself in trouble
Lord Rama decided to be strong, and made His courage double
Lord Rama kissed the bundle and touched His forehead with it
Then handed it to Hanuman to keep it safe in a place that was fit

Pushing back all sorrow, He became the hero He was
And gathered determination to destroy His misery’s cause
Before taking step to remedy His own loss
He decided to make Sugriva, Kishkindha’s king and boss

“Sugriv! Thanks for the encouraging words you Spoke
Your words to my heart were a caressing stroke
I do not accept you as a slave but as my friend
As a sixth brother in my heart You have tightly blend”

"Let us walk around the Fire and make a vow
That we will be friends, no matter how
Times may come and go, good and bad
We'll be with each other, while happy and sad"

"First let us eradicate Vali who is near
To me, his heartless nature has become clear
Then we'll go for Ravana, the ugly wicked king
In the path of Adharma, who does tightly cling"

Lord Rama and Sugriva, walked around the fire
Their hands tied together, from pieces of their attire
Which meant, they are no more two but one
Lifetime loyalty, for each other they have won

Thus Rama and Sugriva became each other's friends
Each for the other will make necessary amends
And wipe off the suffering what ill-fate had brought
And stay together as friends, tied by the friendship knot

Fate brings people together and near
Propelled by fate, life does steer
Vali's and Ravan's ill-fate brought together Sugriva and Ram
Jai Shri Ram! Jai Jai Shri Ram!!

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