From hearing every single appeal,

Then mounts the pressure I feel.

Asked to wear so many hats,

To please this person and that.

Now away from it all I want to run,

Time for worship of Sita and Rama has come.

With outside distractions gone,

Their glories easier to dwell upon.

Finding safety in this strangest of way,

Restless mind with Sita and Rama will stay.