Before day’s work to quit,

Must do that and do this.

Then when to home you get,

More chores upon you set.

When finally done with the chase,

Against the clock again must race.

Hard to sleep when thoughts in mind,

Of tomorrow, from start to rewind.

Mind from here to there to wander,

So how of Sita and Rama will ponder?

Rama, whose name to the ears a gem,

And His wife Sita, I work only for them.

Have pity not for my plight,

For to serve them I will fight.