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
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.
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, May 10, 2020
Building A Bridge
Nalan built a bridge across the sea
It was a broad one, for everyone to see
The monkeys brought Him, trees, rocks and stones
The work took place in full swing, no more postpones
The ocean God made a particular place shallow
Fearing the attack by Shri Rama's arrow
On that place, Nalan built the bridge
Naturally at that place, the land did ridge
The monkeys brought stones and the stones got drowned
Not knowing what to do, the big monkeys frowned
Hanuman wrote the name of Ram on a big rock
The big rock floated, to the monkeys' shock
Following that the monkeys wrote Rama's name on stones
The stones and rocks drowning were the story of bygones
Not just did they write on rocks, they also did chant
About the power of Rama's name, they also did rant
Not just gigantic monkeys, did the work
A squirrel too worked there, not expecting perk
It took to the bridge, small stones and mud
While the monkeys brought, large rocks in a thud
Rama felt gratitude for the squirrel
For the squirrel taking some trouble
He lifted the squirrel in His Hands
Drew lines on its back, to say thanks
Since then the squirrels have lines on their back
For serving Rama, with their skill and tact
The monkeys got inspired by the squirrel
They decided to stay strong during peril
First day they completed twenty percent of the bridge
Day two they completed forty percent of the bridge
Day three they completed sixty percent of the bridge
On the fifth day they completed, whole of the bridge
The bridge was in length, one hundred yojanas
The bridge was in breath, one ten yojanas
The bridge was strong; the bridge was long
The bridge made the monkeys, sing a song
The monkeys were dancing at this feat
The monkeys were jumping with their feet
Building a bridge made them ecstatic
They saw that the bridge was fantastic
Hanuman carried Rama across the bridge
Angada carried Lakshman across the ridge
All of the monkey army, crossed the bridge
The monkeys fears were now a smidge
Thus the first bridge was built by Ram
Thus the bridge was crossed by Ram
Jai Shri Ram Jai Jai Shri Ram
Jai Shri Ram Jai Jai Shri Ram
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