CHAITANYA MAHAPRABHU
Nimai was totally mischievous
In his young childhood days,
That attracted several complaints
From many affected persons.
As he grew, he became restless,
And played with Brahmin sons
Of Navadvipa with no restraint,
Freely wandering, with no rest.
Each day, after his studies,
Deep in the River Ganges,
To win a challenging game,
He used to dive and swim,
People of different sorts
Came to the River Ghats,
To wash their clothes,
Take bath, and do pujas.
He gave them problems,
Taunted and teased them,
Soiled their washed clothes,
And tasted their offerings.
Complaints after complaints,
Came before his parents,
Who patiently heard them,
And wanted to beat him.
He kept an innocent face,
Saying, "at different place
I was with my friends,
And they are telling lies."
His parents' anger melted
Like ice and were pleased
With his childish behavior,
And his talk in a sweet manner.
Though people complained,
Heart of heart, they enjoyed
The plays of Nimai silently
Attracted by his supreme personality.
This much his parents knew,
And told their friends, a few,
"Nimai isn't an ordinary person,
But Lord Krishna, as our son."
Love and affection to him
They showed every time,
Forgetting all the complaints
From their close neighbors.
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