This poem is dedicated to my spiritual master H.H. Gopal Krishna Goswami Maharaj. Advertisements
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This poem is dedicated to my spiritual master H.H. Gopal Krishna Goswami Maharaj. Advertisements
Today is the birthday of a very dear friend of mine- someone whom I look up to, someone who is
This poem is dedicated to my spiritual master H.H. Gopal Krishna Goswami. I became his duly initiated disciple on 6th Jan
Lightening, thunder and gusty rain As if heaven sent to drown my pain I wept and sighed my griefs in
As I sat down to write The best birthday wish I could think of The words seem to fail me
A new year brings a blank slate To reach for that innocent, blissful state And a list of fresh New
Years I wasted Being sad and broken Pondering over what went wrong Riddling with guilt and regret Cursing fate and
If I could make one wish and have it come true I’d wish everyone to be happy and nobody to
The tree stands bare as the dead leaves drop Yet it heaves no sigh, nor let any tears drop Patiently
Life is but a gushing stream Of daily sorrow and delight With unseen fear and glittering dream A heavenly day