Founder Acharya His Divine Grace
A.C. Bhaktivedanta Swami Prabhupada

By Bhaktimarga Swami   |  Feb 13, 2022
a poem by Bhaktimarga Swami

He is indeed by far
The mercy avatar
For he bore the blood
During the love flood

As companion to Gaur
Life was less is more
Distributing a wealth
For everyone’s health

Committed to the name
And establishing its fame
He went door to door
In the effort to explore

He went with Haridas
Many gains, no loss
With interesting reception
Prepared for any rejection

Jagai/Madai, there in queue
The loud obnoxious two
Met more than their match
When Nitai did dispatch

Totally drunk as hell
They swayed, they fell
Nitai had a thought
“These men shall not rot

They should be given a chance
To sing and to dance
To the ultimate sound
With head up, feet to the ground

If they do succeed
That’s all we need
Gaur’s mission is won
To home we will run”

Unknowing such a plus
These two nasties raised a fuss
Struck the head of Nitai
As if to say ‘Goodbye’

But Nitai did stand up
Told Gaur not to chop
The thugs’ lives to spare
Hearts turned then and there

The two lowly drunks
Practically became monks
Like a victorious Skanda
Credit to Nityananda

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