CHAITANYA MAHAPRABHU
Before a bath in the River,
He asked his dear mother,
For anice flower garland
And paste of sandalwood.
His mother told him to wait,
But he became quite upset,
And broke all the things
That reached his hands.
He broke all the pots.
Scattered rice, grains
Spilled oil, milk and ghee,
Besides his shouting spree.
In a fit of temper he was
Not finding all his wants.
For a garland she went out
And brought one at last.
She saved some food
Which served him good,
And asked him, why he did,
A damage of this kind?
"All these wasted things
Go very much to your loss,
As this house belongs
Not to me, but only yours."
Nimai simply replied,
"It's the will of the Lord,
Who'll take care of us.
Don't worry for things."
With his mind steady,
He went for his study.
On the way he secured
Two tolas of pure gold.
He gave it to his mother
To sell it in the bazaar,
And buy things whatever
That'll fulfill her desire.
"Krishna gave me this gold,
Mother, don't worry, " He told.
"Better feel happy always,
For Kishna will help us."
In the gold market,
She somehow sold it
And bought things fresh
To run their home afresh
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