The Perfect Yogi

Seeing Krishna best yogi is He,

All Lord’s opulences in full to see.

 

How as son He is the best,

Protecting one wife and all the rest.

 

For the cowherd boys in fear living,

Protection from demons to them giving.

 

Yogi’s concentration to break never,

Can contemplate Lord’s features forever.

The Best Son You Could Ask For

To forefathers one of debts three,

By begetting a son of it to be free.

 

The best of them all, which one?

Look at Prahlada, like him none.

 

Benefit to his friends and family giving,

And his father’s obstructions forgiving.

 

Through him God to the family came,

Blessed with vision of Narasimha the name.

King’s Oath

“Why King Janaka do you blame?

Never to family will he bring shame.

 

If of Rama’s qualities he knew before,

Sita to Him he’d give for sure.

 

The promise has already been made,

Best if to vow dedicated he stays.”

 

Spectators to stay worried not for long,

Soon to be singing glorious union’s song.

Sukriti

Through following deeds meritorious,

People to see beloved Rama victorious.

 

King had taken his vow,

Couldn’t go back on it now.

 

System of piety God first creates,

Sukriti’s results therefore He makes.

 

Rama is God, so fate of His deeds sealed,

In His mighty arms bow of Shiva to wield.

A Good Deed

In past lived through so much pain,

Where did it lead, where was the gain?

 

A pious plant when watered at root,

Will yield many a sweet-tasting fruit.

 

Past actions were bad you may have thought,

But good when to Supreme Lord they brought.

 

Uncertain future to come from Janaka’s vow,

But fortunate residents looking at God now.

Complementary Objects

To the truth a pious king is deferent,

Like a nose decorated with ring ornament.

 

If the emperor to lose his clothes,

Then in embarrassment he goes.

 

King Janaka previously had a vow,

To which he should hold steadfast now.

 

For Sita Rama was surely right,

Known just from first sight.

 

Rama to validate the king’s decision,

Lifted bow in His hands a wonderful vision.

Shooting Daggers

If Rama lost then the contest to be moot,

Loving Him, daggers at king people shoot.

 

From his vow king should have taken a pause,

If Sita not to wed Rama he would be the cause.

 

Such love for God was very nice,

No need for worry, contest to suffice.

 

Shiva’s bow in His hand Rama held,

A victorious Lord devotees then beheld.