Of Sita and Rama I think,
Strive to maintain yoga’s link.

Never mind, trying in devotion still,
Of sounds of holy name yet to have my fill.

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.

Tomorrow I will go that way,

A new plan for a new day.

Thereafter think of the next,

To chart the course for the rest.

With this way of Rama you won’t think,

And transcendental nectar not to drink.

This is good for you, how?

Urgency for bhakti there is now.

Plan instead in such a way,

That throughout each and every day,

Of Shri Rama you’re forced to think,

And thus no more in despair to sink.

To remember Him is the key,

Chant His names and this you’ll see.

So many new adventures I tried,

Thought worth going for the ride.

But after a while lost appeal,

Thrill of excitement no more to feel.

Bhakti-yoga for me not the same,

Interest in it has yet to wane.

Of all processes for me is unique,

Has granted me the pleasure I seek.

Taken together can mean only one thing,

That real pleasure when Krishna’s names to sing.

Friends are now all gone,

Alone with my thoughts to dwell upon.

Prefer with someone hopes to share,

But no one around who will care.

If interest in drinking or eating meat,

Others happily next to me to take their seat.

But talk of Sita and Rama? No way,

At mere mention of God they’ll turn away.

Futile it is for me to complain,

Since never from bhakti to refrain.

In loneliness glorifying Sita and Rama I go,

Can’t stop me, come high or low.

Before day’s work to quit,

Must do that and do this.

Then when to home you get,

More chores upon you set.

When finally done with the chase,

Against the clock again must race.

Hard to sleep when thoughts in mind,

Of tomorrow, from start to rewind.

Mind from here to there to wander,

So how of Sita and Rama will ponder?

Rama, whose name to the ears a gem,

And His wife Sita, I work only for them.

Have pity not for my plight,

For to serve them I will fight.

Blessed with some magical touch,

Of bhakti I have written so much.

Fast typing my only real qualification,

And somehow that used for God’s glorification.

But philosophy to me now seems dry,

With endless explanations why should I try?

Preference really in holy names so sweet,

Maha-mantra to play in my mind on repeat.

With fellow devotees preferring to sit,

Sankirtana-yajna my spirits to uplift.

True power in Lord’s name this means,

Hearing which creates scripture’s scenes.

In this way Ramayana and Gita I always see,

This chanting brings so much pleasure to me.

Watching Olympic athletes terrific,

Each has their traits specific.

Gymnasts expert on the rings,

To field muscular arms they bring.

To swim the race fast and clean,

Swimmers have bodies that are lean.

In spiritual life same features that distinguish,

Qualities to arise when desires extinguished.

With consciousness clean and neat,

No need for drinking or meat to eat.

When with Supreme Lord you connect,

Needless behavior easier to detect.

Seems Shri Rama has made a mistake grave,

That to such fool some writing ability He gave.

Know that all bad qualities exist in me,

Not a hint of piety or goodness to see.

Ability to type is my gift lone,

Knowledge from guru and Lord, not my own.

Nothing else in life I really know,

So glorifying Rama and bhakti I go.

Of my true character I’ll never tell,

Not even if before me Rama to yell.

In anonymity to glorify, that is the deal,

Only then extreme guilt not to feel.

From hearing every single appeal,

Then mounts the pressure I feel.

Asked to wear so many hats,

To please this person and that.

Now away from it all I want to run,

Time for worship of Sita and Rama has come.

With outside distractions gone,

Their glories easier to dwell upon.

Finding safety in this strangest of way,

Restless mind with Sita and Rama will stay.