A Folklore on Srila Prabhupad

Had you not been there

I would have been a tree

Without even a root

Nowhere to put my foot

Brought out the Chariot

Letting all pull the lariat 

Of the great Lord God

With thousands cheer and laud

To know you gave books

Filled not just with words

But with powerful message

And the ultimate knowledge

Your wisdom has flooded 

At large, the barren world

My senses too small

To take and hold it full.

That which taken as well,

To practice, I am unable!

Prabhupad, unto you my Master,

I bow down and surrender.

Selfless soul you are

Rescue me from fear

Chant even one Name

Was seldom my game.

What one? Even millions

Not enough to clean my sins

Came your timely summon

To remind me my mission.

Your words opened my vision

Drove me away from illusion

Gave me Krishna, the Treasure

Messenger for the Messenger!

Life without Prabhupad, the great

Would have been a grisly threat

You took me like a mother

Chastise me like your daughter.

Keep me under your care,

Bless me read you more

Remind me, the most what I need

To chant the Holy Names of Godhead!!

 

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  • Hare Krsna! wonderful!!:)

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