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.