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I look past the clouds, for they seem to have

cleared away,
Sweet Berries (Sabri's berries)
Shreyacee Majumder Here I wait, for your arrival day by day.

And I see Him approaching my humble hut,
Sweet Berries
Quickly I blink my eyes and have them shut,
The bearer of glory and pride,
Is this a dream? Is this for real?
The one in whom I confide,
Shri Ram with His brother, so surreal.
The harbinger of happiness and love,

The destroyer of evil, manifestation of the
He is here, finally, but as He reaches near,
Gods above.
So does a dilemma surrounds me with fear,

What should I offer Him?
The winner over his foes,
What should I give Him? What should He eat?
The great archer who keeps the doe at its toes,
The loving and most perfect human, the ideal For I'm too old and too small
in front of this Divinity and His Lotus feet.
man,

The son of Dashrath, born in Ikshvaku's clan.
Of all sweets, I've only my devotion at His feet,

Of all chairs, I've only my backyard as a seat,
Oh! Raghunandan, I pray to you,
Of all decorations, I've only recited His tales
With your conch shell and discus, in your
and merries,
blue hue,
Of all fruits, I've only harvested berries.
Show me your magnificent form, rid me,
Bless me, liberate me and grant me your
Sacred Hari, Pious Vishnu, Pristine
mercy.
Raghuveer,

You've descended to deliver us from our fears,
He, whose name simply sheds away all our
Of all learned men and saints and seers,
sins,
You've chosen my humble abode
The world sings praises of His
in these forests of the west,
accomplishments and wins,
For you, I shall offer only the best.
Siya, His manifestation and His Divine wife,

Duty bound throughout Her life.
I pluck the berries with care,

Offering Him from my own share,
I wait for your advent, Shri Ram,
Pick them and taste them delightfully with
Just as eager as your devotee Shri Hanuman,
ease,
They say faith can cause mountains to tear,
And offer Him the sweetest ones with peace.
Without doubt, without Insecurities,

without fear. Illustration : Advik Dasgupta
He smiles as He eats them all,

Without complaining, without any word
Just a glance of you, just your grace,
unheard,
A touch of your divinity on my face,
Just like a small child who asks His mother,