Kl57. Lord Siva Saved From Demon Vrkasura Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

KRISHNA LEELA

A house of his own,
Lord Siva doesn't own.
An old tree only gives
A shelter where he lives.

In the Himalayan snow shower,
He stays there like a poor,
But his ardent devotees never,
For any kind of riches suffer.

For any type of boon,
He gives it very soon,
Pleased with anyone,
Who prays for one.

Ignorance, goodness, and passion,
The three-in-one combination,
Of the material energy source,
Siva is the controller of this force.

But he remains aloof and free,
From these material qualities three,
But riches he showers at once,
In return for a devotee's penance.

Why Krishna, rich though,
Keeps His devotees poor so,
To keep them in wants forever,
And to make them suffer?

‘Cause He's transcendental,
To the world of material,
His world being spiritual,
Which, in fact, is more real.

His devotees, though poor,
Think of him forever,
As He takes all the care
His love when they share.

There was a demon Vrkasura,
Who prayed to Lord Siva,
But he failed to appear,
In answer to his prayer.

His head he was about to cut,
Siva caught his both hands but,
Whatever boon he wished for
The Lord was ready to offer.

"When I touch upon a head
With my hand, he shall be dead."
This boon the demon prayed for
As everyone he wished to conquer.

"So it be" Siva smiled and said,
But a danger was waiting ahead.
The demon wished for a test.
For it he chose Siva as the best.

Hither and thither Siva ran,
Out of fear, as fast as he can,
He reached Vaikuntha Heaven,
There also followed the demon.

To save Siva from the demon,
Vishnu came there in between,
In the role of a young student,
With His shining face brilliant.

The demon then remained calm,
While held back in His charm.
This chance the Lord took,
And gave him a serious look.

"On Siva still I've no faith
In his boon there's no truth
Put your hand on your head
Let us see, if you're dead? "

Like this the Lord said,
Which the demon heard,
Not knowing what he did,
On his head hands he laid.

Instantly shattered his head,
And he fell down dead.
The Lord saved Siva thus
From his own created mess.