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.