The bearer of glory and pride,
The one in whom I confide,
The harbinger of happiness and love,
The destroyer of evil, manifestation of the Gods above.
The winner over his foes,
The great archer who keeps the doe at it's toes,
The loving and most perfect human, the ideal man,
The son of Dashrath, born in Ikshvaku's clan.
Oh! Raghunandan, I pray to you,
With your conch shell and discus, in your blue hue,
Show me your magnificent form, rid me,
Bless me, liberate me, grant me your mercy.
He, whose name simply sheds away all our sins,
The world sings praises of His accomplishments and wins,
Siya, His manifestation and His Divine wife,
Duty bound throughout Her life.
I wait for your advent, Shri Ram,
Just as eager as your devotee Shri Hanuman,
They say faith can cause mountains to tear,
Without doubt, without Insecurities,
without fear.
Just a glance of you, just your grace,
A touch of your divinity on my face,
I look past the clouds, for they seem to have cleared away,
Here I wait, for your arrival day by day.
And I see Him approaching my humble hut,
Quickly I blink my eyes and have them shut,
Is this a dream? Is this for real?
Shri Ram with His brother, so surreal.
He is here, finally, but as He reaches near,
So does a dilemma surrounds me with fear,
What should I offer Him? What should I give Him? What should He eat?
For I'm too old and too small in front of this Divinity and His Lotus feet.
Of all sweets, I've only my devotion at His feet,
Of all chairs, I've only my backyard as a seat,
Of all decorations, I've only recited His tales and merries,
Of all fruits, I've only harvested berries.
Sacred Hari, Pious Vishnu, Pristine Raghuveer,
You've descended to deliver us from our fears,
Of all learned men and saints and seers,
You've chosen my humble abode in these forests of the west,
For you, I shall offer only the best.
I pluck the berries with care,
Offering Him from my own share,
Pick them and taste them delightfully with ease,
And offer Him the sweetest ones with peace.
He smiles as He eats them all,
Without complaining, without any word unheard,
Just like a small child who asks His mother,
For milk after He suffers from hunger pangs.
When asked by Lakshman, how he accepts already tasted food,
He replies in a peaceful yet joyful mood,
"I accept everything that is offered to me with love devotion,
Oh, Lakshman, for this innocence is a mark of a devotee's pure adoration."
And in that one moment, my tears flowed,
I had attained Vaikuntha, the heavenly abode,
He was gracious to me, so empathetic and kind,
And to Him, I'm forever grateful from my heart and mind.
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Pristine Love - Poems of Divine Adoration
Poetry"Destiny clearly has a great and magical role in the coming together of two hearts which are meant to be together and beat as one." What does Love feel like? It must be truly divine for my heart beats with rhythm at the mention of My Beloved. Yes, L...
