This poem is based on an incident from our scriptures where Narada experienced the spell of Maya, the illusory energy of Lord Krsna.
On a bright Spring day while taking a stroll
Narada expressed to Krsna the desire of his soul
“Show me the power of Maya, your illusory energy
What is its secret and what can it do in reality?”
Krsna hesitated and asked Narada if he was sure
For it was very hard to resist Maya’s allure
But he agreed on seeing Narada’s fierce determination
And asked for a glass of water before the revealation.
So Narada went happily in search of some water
And thus in unbearable heat, he went quite farther
His throat parched, feeling weak and tired
Now a sip of water was what his heart desired.
Reaching a house and knocking impatiently at the door
He saw the most beautiful girl as he had never seen before.
All he could do was stare at her beautiful, innocent face
“Will you marry me?” he uttered forgetting his place.
And now married, Narada led a life of family bliss
With lovely children and a wife, there was nothing amiss.
Children grew up, got married and time passed like a dream
And Narada was content in his village beside the stream.
But one day the fate raged through fields and flood
Stained with Narada’s family and loved ones’ blood.
His grandchildren, children and beloved wife swept away
And of all the village, only he could see another day.
Overcome with grief, unable to watch the destruction
He sincerely called to ‘Krsna’ for divine intervention.
At once the raging flood disappeared to Narada’s surprise
And here stood Krsna smiling beneath the clear skies.
“Where is my glass of water?” asked Krsna with a smile
This is the power of Maya, Narada realized after a while.
Forgetting the Lord Krsna and living happily in illusion,
Maya leads us into the material world full of confusion.
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