Hare Krishna Poem by Mahathi Mydavolu
Hare Krishna
I scrawl 'Hare Krishna, Krishna';
my quill as Ram impels!
When sure can quell all sin; my ink,
why other tales I tell?
A Rosary why to chant His names,
His scents when heart respires;
why seat for aasan tight, while dance
my feet in His empire!
On bosom my, I bear His foil,
a lotus like, so light,
and spirit His, inside my heart,
that ever burning light!
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