Disguised as a Brahmin kid, I sought alms
of just three feet of land from king Bali.
He knew my ploy, yet ceded his earned realms
smiling, as if they’re flowers offered to me.
And pious Vibheeshana, deserted his
vilebrother, Ravana and sought refuge
of Ram. That’s Bakti too, deriving bliss
by offering all to me, without excuse.
Some instill me in every cell and bide
in me as melded spirit, and act as me
like sage Yagnavalka, who codified
the social laws, that’s known as his Smriti.
And lo great Sanatkumara, the sage
of primeval period as well does dwell
in me as one spirit defying age,
sipping the sweet nectar of cosmic spell.
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And damsels you’re unique and lo so pure
your minds. You churned the pain of part’ng with me
into a mead of love-Bhaki, a cure
for all vices and wiles during Kali.
O dames Bhakti is best. Of all your brew
of juicy love is like the Hibiscus
honey, that savours ever, ever new
and tickles like an angel’s graceful buss.
Bhakti is slumberous awakening
and wakeful sleep. It’s sane madness and mad
wisdom. The lay can never taste it’s zing
and skeptics term it as a senseless fad.
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Jnana is a grind like stagnant rill.
But Bhakti is an ever brimming river,
that knows it’s path and flows with mystic will
towardsit’s destiny with vim and vigour.
Sweeter and sapid it’s the Bhakti juice…
drink it palmful, sip it and swill O girls.
Effuse some for the lay and let more ooze
till world paddles over the Bhakti swirls.
SONG (Terzanella)
KRISHNA:
Be merry you O maids be jolly you.
There’s love in air, ye sweat it out a tune.
No place to sit and sleep, no time to rue.
It’s holy time to sing the sacred rune.
Don’t stop O lovely maids ye swing and dance.
There’s love in air, ye sweat it out a tune.
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COWGIRLS:
The cuckoo on the branch is coo’ng in trace.
The glossy dew on grass is wait’ng to splash.
Don’t stop O lovely maids, ye swing and dance.
The weed and willows clash and Levins flash.
Krishna with reed in hand is ready to fife.
The glossy dew on grass is wait’ng to splash.
KRISHNA:
The time is rife, ye sip the elixir of life.
Be merry you O maids be jolly you.
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COWGIRLS:
Krishna with reed in hands is ready to fife.
No place to sit and sleep, no time to rue.
Jai Sri Krishna Vaasudevaya
The end.
