Nervous I always do get,
When in foreign territory my feet set.
When what to expect I don’t know,
The nervousness starts to grow.
In worst place Hanuman placed his feet,
Like home of Rakshasas unfamiliar with defeat.
How could he maintain his steady breath?
Knowing that at any corner instant death.
Love for Sita and Rama, that is how,
Worship that Hanuman, today and now.
Hanuman is the best, how can you know?
To the Sundara Kand of Ramayana go.
His search finally to stop,
When vision of Sita he got.
In sadness surrounded by female ogres shrill,
Sita’s plight caused his eyes with tears to fill.
Bravest warrior, compassion he also feels,
Before Sita and Rama in devotion he kneels.
You sing the holy names aloud,
And of your ability you are proud.
But know that the best is Hanuman the brave,
Sings of Sita and Rama alone in a cave.
As mind turned toward divine direction,
His chanting always to perfection.
The same singing in others he’s eager to hear,
Travels to Rama’s temples, whether far or near.
He’s brave and humble, so what did you expect?
Perfection of devotional qualities in him detect.
When fortunate to chant, keep him in mind,
Your consciousness Hanuman hopefully to find.
Pledge that poems you will write the most,
Of your impeccable writing prowess you boast.
Ideas not difficult for you to think,
Many arrive in time it takes to blink.
But sit on your butt in laziness instead,
More comfortable is blanket on the bed.
Look at Hanuman and from slumber awake,
The sacred Ramayana in your hands take.
Remember how over the ocean he flew,
And how of his ability Shri Rama always knew.
Now ensure your past words were not empty,
With your poetry worship Hanuman a plenty.
When longer at the office I must stay,
From worshiping Hanuman it keeps me away.
Grab seconds from table, order another drink,
Again missed opportunity of Hanuman to think.
Latest programs and sports on television to view,
Distracted mind forgoes qualities of Hanuman review.
Reading riveting novel while lying in bed,
Of Hanuman should be remembering instead.
All these distractions from my life please go,
That I want to think of Hanuman please know.
He who served Rama and earned the Lord’s trust,
Who reached Lanka with one giant thrust.
Of all good virtues and qualities he is a reservoir,
May Shri Hanuman from me never stay too far.
A monkey to be beautiful, really?
Is not such a notion completely silly?
Known for the feces they throw,
And away with your food they go.
Unscrupulous, of morality they are devoid,
Them the visitors in Vrindavana told to avoid.
But with one monkey this is not true,
Who with a single leap to Lanka flew.
In fearless work for Shri Rama to shine,
Shri Hanuman, that kind savior of mine.
Of his divine vision enough mind cannot get,
On that beautiful servant your eyes always set.
This mind daily crippled by fear,
Away from divine life it steers.
Instead towards complacency run,
Find safety from pressures undone.
But this surely is no way to live,
Service to God man is meant to give.
Just think of Hanuman and remove all doubt,
In mind never Sita and Rama lives without.
From his vision no longer be dismayed,
Wear out always being afraid.
To say Hanuman, worship Hanuman, not complicated.
To glorifying him may this life be dedicated.
Hanuman lifts mountains with his hand,
He builds bridges with the monkeys of a band.
Hanuman infiltrates Lanka with courage,
His resolve the Rakshasas never can discourage.
Hanuman with the enemy spoils for a fight,
Burns Ravana’s opulent town before his return flight.
Hanuman with monkeys on Rakshasas mounts an attack,
So trusted that in fight carries Lakshmana on his back.
Hanuman chants the glories of Rama every day,
Keeps also Sita in mind, in his heart they stay.
His evil brother Ravana Vibhishana did forsake,
His knowledge and wisdom now for Rama to take.
Approached the Lord, who at the time shore’s resident,
To accept him in their camp the monkeys were hesitant.
Like a good leader, His counselors Rama polled,
Of Vibhishana’s good qualities then Hanuman told.
Previously in Lanka Hanuman had spied,
Saw Vibhishana’s goodness with his own eyes.
By Hanuman all good gestures towards Rama are repaid,
Through him Lord’s acceptance of Rakshasa made.
My wickedness and vices from Hanuman I can’t hide,
Yet I still hope that in my heart he’ll always reside.
Sweetness of Hanuman’s mind imagine you cannot,
Full faith and reliance on Shri Rama he has got.
Pastimes of Lord daily he recalls,
From elation his hairs on end stand tall.
Don’t think that from this he ever does tire,
Always burning strong is his devotional fire.
Though I understand to ask is not proper,
One thing that I hope to me he can offer.
Shri Hanuman, beloved of Rama, in my mind please stay,
Feel as an exalted guest, on its field do you play.
Only then will my fears and anguish subside,
For in you all good qualities do reside.
Bhakti Poems 