Swami Vivekananda, -The Divine Gypsy. Poem by Subrata Ray

He got some one,
Perfectly spirit unborn,
The source of universe,
The matters of living verse,
The nucleus of Bible,
Vedas and Upanishads.

He was given the task,
To reveal and unmask,
The hidden truths in all,
He became Himself,
And gave all the call.

He turned Yogi wayfarer,
With the message of His Shire,
Among the untraded ways,
America, Europe, Asia,
The ocean and caves of Himalayas.

For Him America organized,
The great Religion of Parliament,
His voice was with soul's comments,
The audience in applause ,
From wintery sleep rouse,
And felt the Divine in them,
To aware Man for his hidden treasure,
And to remove sensual parasites, He came.