“Gone are the days of traveling in a van,
Of street corners, Santa suits and donation cans.
I had three different IDs and a wig or two,
Lord Chaitanya’s army – The brave and the few.
I went to jail, out on bail,
Our determination seemed never to fail,
Long time ago, when I was young,
My best years to serve were yet to come.
I loved it all and I don’t look back,
Except for humility that I did lack,
With whom I served, a lasting bond,
Enduring friendship, forever fond.
All your devotees sacr