come to catch me —

hear the plight of those —

in the wave tossed milky ocean —

with garland made of —

has become enchanted —

talk to Him on things He likes —

the suffering He went through —

like a rock —

Ravana, who lusted —

something I have desired —

when glanced at Sitā with a wrong intention —

up to the boundary of the field —

that are cruel and that lingers —