Messing With My Head

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.

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