Friends are now all gone,
Alone with my thoughts to dwell upon.
Prefer with someone hopes to share,
But no one around who will care.
If interest in drinking or eating meat,
Others happily next to me to take their seat.
But talk of Sita and Rama? No way,
At mere mention of God they’ll turn away.
Futile it is for me to complain,
Since never from bhakti to refrain.
In loneliness glorifying Sita and Rama I go,
Can’t stop me, come high or low.