Don’t Overlook Him

Chanting Sita and Rama, devotion to them you took,

And then subsequently Lakshmana you overlooked.

 

Why such a darling brother would you forget,

Who in protecting Shri Rama has his heart set?

 

As a younger brother you should know what it’s like,

To have a protector, to be treated as the young tyke.

 

Your natural affection for elder came but from where,

If not from Lakshmana, Sumitra’s son ever so fair?

 

Just saying his name once pleases so much the heart,

Remember to remember him, from this day start.

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He is the Wisest

So popular the Ramayana that it spawns many a tradition,

In one says that at end of war, Ravana did Lakshmana petition.

 

The vile king, his business always the saints to deceive,

Lakshmana took advice from him? That I cannot believe.

 

The emblem of devotion and knowledge is the brother of Shri Rama,

What could anyone teach him? Eternally wise the son of Sumitra.

 

During the fight in Lanka, Ravana dealt to Lakshmana a blow,

Seeing him lying on the ground, king tried to bring him in tow.

 

Lakshmana forever brilliant, while Ravana’s knowledge always dim,

So Lakshmana would not budge, king could not even move him.

 

Not a thing of this world to Shri Lakshmana is unknown,

Rama’s constant protector, complete knowledge he owns.

 

The enemies of the world, the Ravanas of today,

Listen to my advice, hear what I have to say.

 

Of all to have graced this earth, than Shri Lakshmana none more glorious,

Honor that beloved brother, and in life’s mission be victorious.

Say Sita

Why to others do you go,

They can’t help, don’t you know?

 

Beloved Janaki for you is always there,

Whether happy or pulling out your hair.

 

When a child her name you once called out,

In innocence just for her name to hear.

Now all sorts of rubbish words fill your mouth,

And over personal troubles instead you fear.

 

Take same spirit and turn it around,

Think of Rama’s beloved every day.

Bask in the sweetness of that sound,

With same innocence Sita always say.

My Favorite

So many to worship, what to do?

Divine figures they are, quite benevolent too.

 

But of them all, Sita Devi is my favorite.

I need no other, for me she is it.

 

Beautiful and lovely, and kind and sweet.

Devoted to husband, next to Rama her seat.

 

I love her the most, may all others forgive.

Her kindness overcomes me, to honor her I live.

The News Today

Have you heard the news today,

Of how Janaka plans to give his daughter away?

 

More pious than that king none is there,

And now he plans a ceremony for Sita so fair.

 

To lift Lord Shiva’s bow is the contest,

A prince’s valor and strength it will test.

 

Gather round the family for the travel,

In this rare occasion let our entire clan marvel.

 

Even if we don’t win it won’t be a waste,

Divine vision of Sita our eyes will taste.

Treasure of Association

As pillar of devotion she is strong and stout,

For Rama’s bhakta’s interests she looks out.

 

With gentle demeanor and smiling face,

Devotees with delightful blessings to grace.

 

That she is the goddess of fortune very well I know,

But not for her gifts does my devotion to her grow.

 

My beloved’s heart she does own,

So much that His love for her has only grown.

 

Though I know Sita can fulfill any desire,

I ask only for ability to feed devotion’s fire.

 

Whether she gives me fortune or not,

Remembering her I will never stop.

 

She is Rama’s sweetheart, His source of pleasure,

Her association through name I daily do treasure.

Breaking the Mold

Sita’s family ancestry is the highest,

Daughter in royal family of Janaka the king.

She follows always the path of the pious,

Her beauty like the creeper fully blossoming.

 

Her form so wonderful who can understand,

Just how it came to be, from where did she land.

 

Lord Brahma must have personally made her,

Using his mind, divine ingredients to stir.

 

Of course Sita did not take birth,

For Janaka found her in the earth.

 

But describing her beauty is the poet’s game,

So we say that from Brahma’s mind she came.

 

Such a wonderful sight is she to behold,

That when they made her, they surely broke the mold.