Seems Shri Rama has made a mistake grave,

That to such fool some writing ability He gave.

Know that all bad qualities exist in me,

Not a hint of piety or goodness to see.

Ability to type is my gift lone,

Knowledge from guru and Lord, not my own.

Nothing else in life I really know,

So glorifying Rama and bhakti I go.

Of my true character I’ll never tell,

Not even if before me Rama to yell.

In anonymity to glorify, that is the deal,

Only then extreme guilt not to feel.