##26 (Vivekananda) The Moans Of Millions Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

Whenever Narendra thought of bliss
Of Samadhi, as spiritual experience,
He heard the moans of millions,
The victims of poverty and ignorance.

He thought, “When this’ll end?
Who’ll be their proper guide?
Even the West spiritually suffers
Despite their abundant riches.”

As a lad of twenty five then,
How to solve them alone?
The task was gigantic one
To be tackled by a single person.

In the confined life of monastery,
Narendra wasn’t so much happy,
When his services were in demand,
To be done elsewhere in the world.

He told, “I shall not return
Until I gain such realization,
That will transform a man
When I just touch one.”

Blessed by the Holy Mother,
And taking leave of her,
He left for the Himalayas
In search of ways and means.

With two brother disciples,
He had arrived at Nainital,
On the way to Badrikashrama
In the heart of the Himalayas.

At the final destination,
They sat in meditation
Under a Peepul tree there
In that biting cold atmosphere.

Narendra realized the oneness
Of the man with Universe,
In that, the elements of bodies
Also existed in the Universe.

The whole Universe existed,
In an atom, what he found.
The power of Ramakrishna
Started working on Narendra.

He became a realized soul.
But it wasn’t his ultimate goal,
As in his uppermost mind
Only the poor people stood.