In a mood of honesty here I sit,
So one thing I’m forced to admit.
As so many days of life have faded,
My outlook now has become jaded.
Same allurements don’t do it for me,
A pattern of boring repetition is all I see.
True towards all with one exception,
For him mind gives warmest reception.
By his name and words seeing,
Apathy then quickly retreating.
Hanuman this heart into happiness sends,
Vows to think of him daily, from start to end.