His Names Poem by Mahathi Mydavolu

Krishna, Krishna, a showering manna from sky!
Hari, hey Govinda... a nascent Spring well nigh!
O' Kesava...a floral dart kissing the heart!
Aye Gopala... a mead on lips, cool kohl to eye!

His names - a million; with borts, a bullion cart,
His faces yonder songs and feet, chaste Ganga ghats.
Ye chant His names, Hare Krishna, Hare Rama,
yeah sweet bonbons to soul, to win divine comfort.

O player of hearts, O slayer of demon cart...Krishna,
Murari, Madhusudana, O Gopala,
O' mischievous urchin of blessed Brindavanam...
ye scream those names, ye dance, ye sing, ye go gaga!

Ye chant His names umpteen or brood in silent hum,
recite mantra His pious or just mumble Om, Om....
install His idol cute, adorn with flowers pied..
no goals no rules for love...He's there always your chum.

His names are stern statutes that guide through sly
alleys of life, and sacred runes that purify
your soul and lead to ultimate archives of spirit.
Ye don't give up His name, ye chant dulcet and high.

Hare Rama Hare Rama, Rama Rama Hare Hare
Hare Krsna, Hare Krsna, Krsna, Krsna, Hare Hare.