GLORY OF LORD RAMA





Friday, October 23, 2015

put him out of my sight,

Jai sri Ram,
The breeze of your benevolence is so befitted your frame,

The words you speak appear as though blossoms drop from a tree,

O reverend Sir, when compassion set your whole frame on fire, God helps you when you are angry

Look Here, Janaka, this stupid boy in his perversity intends to migrate to region of death, why not put him out of my sight,

May Lord bless all,

Thanks Please