After the demise of Ramakrishna,
It fell on the part of Narendra,
To take care of the disciples,
A task found not so simple.
Who would bear the expenses?
Where to find a suitable house,
With all the basic facilities,
To keep the young disciples?
A disciple of Ramakrishna,
By name Surendranath Mitra,
Came forward to meet
All their expenses at last.
In the small Town Barangore,
A place near Dakshineswar,
An old house was rented,
By ghosts, that was haunted.
Thus, the first headquarters,
Came there into existence,
To the delight of young boys,
Who were trained as monks.
As his visible presence,
The Master’s sacred ashes,
Were kept in a shrine room,
For daily worship by them.
Finally, they all renounced,
Their own homes and stayed
In this monastery as inmates
To pursue their daily practices.
During the day time,
Narendra was at home.
And to stay with them,
By nightfall, he came.
In the spiritual disciplines,
He trained the disciples,
Who found his presence,
As a source of happiness.
As a course of self-purification,
They practiced daily meditation.
They weren’t so keen on food
Whatever that was served.
At late hours by nights,
They slept on straw mats,
After finishing their prayer songs,
Accompanied by musical instruments.
Thus went on their routine,
That was full of strain,
Due to minimum facilities
Found within their resources.
A very poignant title and the contents of your narrative does not disappoint. They were so young and their minds moved to music. Memorable, Rajaram. Always your friend at poemhunter, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very informative. Keep posting. Nice learning experience.