gajanan mishra

(3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

Sri Chaitanya


Sri Chaitanya
The great apostle of Love
Love means the God
Love means the life
Love means the world.

Sri Chaitanya
Advented Himself
At Sridhama Mayapura
In Navadvipa Bangal India
On Phalguna Purnima
In the year 1407 Sakabda
Corresponding to February 1486
By the Christian Calendar.

Sri Chaitanya
Son of Sri Jagannath Mishra
And Simati Sacidevi
From the district of Sylhet
And they settled in Navadvipa
Center of education and culture.

Sri Chaitanya
Original name Viswambara
And Nimai Pandita
Accepted renounced
Order of life
And became Sri Chaitanya.

Sri Chaitanya
Exhibited transcendental
Activities for forty-eight years
And disappeared in 1455
Sakabda at Puri, Odisha, India.

Sri Chaitanya
Preached Srimad-Bhagavatam
Propagated the teaching of Gita
In the most practical way
And accepted the Lord Krishna
As only worshipable Lord
And Sri Chaitanya
Was free from all sins
And anxieties.

Sri Chaitanya
Not only a great historical personality
But also
Accepted by some as
Original personality of Godhead.

Submitted: Thursday, February 28, 2013
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