CHAITANYA MAHAPRABHU
Nimai was totally absorbed
In the mood of a child,
As many games he played,
And moved freely in this world.
He didn't wish to reveal
His identity that was real,
And as an ordinary man,
He lived before everyone.
Jagannath Mishra found him
As a boy playing with time,
And his sacred thread function,
Then was due, as a Brahmin.
Ananta Sesha, the serpent
Became a thread, they meant,
Adorning him like the Lord,
Giving joy to all, unbounded.
He went to beg, door to door,
With a bag on his shoulder,
And a stick in his hand,
Cheering a big crowd.
For his studies he was taken
To Gangadasa Pandit then,
Who promised to make him
A best student of that time.
He grasped every subject,
With his keen interest,
Shastras all the Pandit taught
Which he had quickly learnt.
In debates with students,
He was, in fact, so prudent
To defeat them all at last,
With his logical argument.
His father felt happy to find,
A good change in his son's mind,
After joining the Vedic school
But outside he didn't reveal.
To Lord Krishna he prayed
That his son be blessed
To remain at home forever
As a good householder.
Secretly Nimai laughed
For what his father wished,
But what his destiny played
He only really understood.
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