CHAITANYA MAHAPRABHU
It was in Mishra's night dream
He saw Nimai was too firm
To go for the renunciation,
Saying, it was his life mission.
When Shachimata enquired,
What he dreamt he told,
"Our son in saffron cloth
Moved out henceforth."
"He was dancing, crying
Moving and chanting
Lord Krishna's holy name
Amidst devotees with him."
"This dream is different
From what I thought
He'll be a householder,
To fulfill my desire."
Mother Shachi had tried
To pacify her husband
Saying, "It is only a dream,
But he'll remain at home."
One thing, man proposes.
Another thing, God disposes.
Destiny played its vital role.
To tell them a different tale.
Jagannath Mishra died.
He left this mortal world,
For those on this earth,
To mourn o'er his death.
Nimai bitterly wept then,
O'er his death so sudden,
And his mother had to live,
For son's sake, to survive.
Close to his mother,
Nimai stayed with her.
He always comforted her,
And also encouraged her.
Sympathetic she too was
Towards him, fatherless,
Who needed good guidance
In his boyhood days.
She met his every demand,
Without any reprimand,
And showed more care,
Despite his short-temper.
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