Stuck up in the deep dense forest,
Ramanuja couldn’t find a way out.
He sat under a shady tree for rest,
Not knowing what to do next?
At that critical time came there,
With his wife, a strange hunter,
Who had a friendly chat with him
To find out his real problem?
After hearing his story they said,
They were going to southern end,
On pilgrimage to Rameswaram,
And promised all the help to him.
They walked all the distance,
And one night at a safe place,
Slept in an abandoned shed,
Feeling very much exhausted.
Next morning he found a well,
Drank its water, took bath as well,
Carried some water to the couple,
But he found them not available.
What a surprise for him it was,
He found there a few houses.
And when he asked the inmates
They told him the name of the place.
It was his town Kanchipuram,
Where he spent all the time,
With a spiritual life of his own,
Showing devotees his concern.
How by God he was saved?
How the hunters disappeared?
How he came to his town?
Who’ll answer each question?
Perhaps it was God’s intention,
That Ramanuja, a selfless person,
Should take a leading position,
More in the spiritual organisation.
The fact remains that he lived,
As a leading Master, born to guide
Devotees in the rosy spiritual path
From their thorny material path.