Note: I am, hereby including the opening stanza of my big poem. i wrote this poem as Memory to my beloved Guru-Swami Vivekananda. Actually i dont take Ramakrishna and Vivekananda as Two individuals, but one that have the same entity, like one is root and other is branch.
Man have not find the “words” that have the power to express about this colossial soul called Vivekananda. If i add all great words in dictionary like, Great, Giant, Divine, Avtar, etc still, Alas! i feel shame that i have not “expressed” even 5% about this 'incomparable' soul.
Hail! Oh Men! Oh Men!
Squash thy ignorance and disgrace!
That is bounded for years,
By underestimating a bona fide Rishi,
Let all persons who can perceive,
Let all person who can hear,
Let all persons who have strong intellect,
Let all persons wandering for a Guru,
Let them hear and perceive this,
The drums beating; Divine ones singing and dancing,
My mood buoyant, in ecstasy of revealing the truth,
Here comes the Unmatched,
Sannyasin of the centuries,
And for the centuries yet to come!
A few write autobiography,
If not, others write about him,
History is neither delving, nor hype stories,
It is a factual epitome of a life truly lived,
Here is a Hermit,
Where a prologue is needless,
Neither from others nor from himself,
He himself is history,
Thy, Name” Vivekananda” Coroneted by a Raja,
Reveal thy stature and solidarity,
As, ‘Imbibed in the wisdom of bliss’.
Man have not find the “words” that have the power to express about this colossial soul called Vivekananda. If i add all great words in dictionary like, Great, Giant, Divine, Avtar, etc still, Alas! i feel shame that i have not “expressed” even 5% about this 'incomparable' soul.
Hail! Oh Men! Oh Men!
Squash thy ignorance and disgrace!
That is bounded for years,
By underestimating a bona fide Rishi,
Let all persons who can perceive,
Let all person who can hear,
Let all persons who have strong intellect,
Let all persons wandering for a Guru,
Let them hear and perceive this,
The drums beating; Divine ones singing and dancing,
My mood buoyant, in ecstasy of revealing the truth,
Here comes the Unmatched,
Sannyasin of the centuries,
And for the centuries yet to come!
A few write autobiography,
If not, others write about him,
History is neither delving, nor hype stories,
It is a factual epitome of a life truly lived,
Here is a Hermit,
Where a prologue is needless,
Neither from others nor from himself,
He himself is history,
Thy, Name” Vivekananda” Coroneted by a Raja,
Reveal thy stature and solidarity,
As, ‘Imbibed in the wisdom of bliss’.
