When into trouble Lakshmana falls,
Out to Hanuman go the calls.
“Sanjivani herb you must find,
Quickly return with it in time.”
No success even after searching mountain’s land,
No other option but to carry everything in hand.
This image many in the world have seen,
Hanuman’s strength evident from that scene.
If Lakshmana trusts him so should you,
Bringing devotion to Rama, saving your life too.
Hanuman also with strength of emotion,
Seen when carrying out mission of devotion.
How when vision of Sita he did take,
His heart of sadness did not break?
Because to find her he was sent,
With Rama’s ring to Lanka he went.
The Lord not to pick someone who was weak,
Otherwise by obstacles to find defeat.
Firm in resolve, sadness aside to toss,
Hanuman to reach Sita at any cost.
When countering fierce enemy attack,
Rama and Lakshmana ride on his back.
Arrows from perch they launch,
Knowing that his position staunch.
Strength in combat with foes a must,
And in Hanuman so much the brothers trust.
An ideal servant with immeasurable strength,
For pleasing Rama ready to go any length.
On that friend’s strength I rely,
When to serve Rama I myself try.
Down from Rishyamukha he went,
By leader Sugriva he was sent.
Brothers Rama and Lakshmana he met,
Their purpose in forest to get.
Meeting with Sugriva to arrange,
Who too from wife was estranged.
Though Sugriva residing high on mountain’s top,
Not so easy for Hanuman’s will to stop.
On his back brothers took their seat,
Reached Sugriva through his giant leap.
Mountains in hand he can take,
Journey across ocean he can make.
Can carry Rama and Lakshmana on his back,
In strength nothing Hanuman lacks.
Many a demon in his way tried to get,
But on finding Sita he remained set.
Such a hero to Shri Rama belongs,
Take comfort in Hanuman who is strong.
Principles of Vedas I understand,
Goal for in spiritual world to land.
Regulative principles follow,
So in life of sin not to wallow.
Of Shri Hari think,
Nectar of devotion drink.
But time to me most unkind,
From work other thoughts to enter the mind.
Then from the principles I deviate,
And later with bhakti again to saturate.
Depressing to me is each fall,
But no option, for help no one to call.
Forward in devotion I go,
For of no other Lord do I know.
To live like a saint one day.
If names of Hari I constantly say.
Of Sita and Rama I think,
Strive to maintain yoga’s link.
But time having so tricky a face,
In a split second can fall from grace.
This deviation I totally despise,
That I’m weak is all I can surmise.
Repetition of time I cannot beat,
So again periodic hell I’ll surely meet.
With this for me a perpetual fight,
So humbly I’ll rely on Shri Rama’s might.
Of fallen souls know that I am the lowest,
Failed every hurdle, in progress the slowest.
Never mind, trying in devotion still,
Of sounds of holy name yet to have my fill.