Of my boredom’s hell,

I’m so afraid to tell.

Same thing day after day,

Desperately seeking a new way.

Only in bhakti this not to feel,

Holy name pressures of time to heal.

And yet I still go back,

A sucker for maya’s attack.

To describe the Lord is my need,

Otherwise anxiety of idleness to feed.

That the Vaishnavas will help me I know,

So on with writing of Sita and Rama I go.