In the abode of Rishikesh, an ashram, a face:
Called Swami Rama Sadhaka Grama, an exhilarating place.
The sun floods its hills with light divine,
For each person’s beauty, bodies of shrine.

The food they serve is healthy and pure,
Nourishing meals that keep the body secure.
Meals that won’t make you feel hunger,
Meals that can only make you stronger.

The weather here has shifting delights,
From wind to rain to the sun’s pretty light.
And schedules to maintain adrenaline sensation,
With yoga and breathwork and silent meditation.

Teachers there are smart and wise,
To share their knowledge is a wonderful prize.
The Swamiji as well, with so much more knowledge,
Than humans like us ever acknowledge.

Cottages full of heavenly delight,
With beauty that makes your heart take flight.
To rest in nature is simply a blessing,
More active humans, I’m confessing.

And kindness to animals more healthy than true
Of clean, weatherous cows that simply go “moo!”
An active schedule that’ll keep you awake,
And body-mind health more true than fake.

Swami Rama is a special name,
Who brought so much love and lit the flame
And Swami Veda, who gave us this place,
For pure divinity and joyful solace.

Editor’s Note:

This poem was lovingly offered by the 12-year-old poet, who visited the Swami Rama Sadhaka Grama Ashram with her father.