The twelfth day of January
Eighteen sixty three
A typical day it was
With the same sun and the sea
But the core of the honeyed ambiance
Was a message that lingered around
That a great child was born in Calcutta
By whom our lives will be unwound
Narendra was his birth name
What a gifted child he was
Leading his life towards fame
At an age so soft to us
He transformed himself into a monk
And unearthed the spiritual splendor
It was then when he became known
As our patron saint, Swami Vivekananda
Behind his triumph
Were the blessings of Sri Ramakrishna
Whom Swami Vivekananda accepted
As his spiritual guardian and master
Sri Ramakrishna’s teachings
he embraced,
Placed it before himself and won
That’s how he succeeded in such haste
As his life span was a short one
He traveled the world
With the wisdom he possessed
And his knowledge he unrolled
Leaving the crowd totally obsessed
Applauds and a name he gained
For his superiority and teaching
Lessons and morals he rained
For our benefit and well-being
July the fourth
Nineteen o’ two
The last day
He went through
He was called to rest
Soon after a short chant
At the age of thirty-nine
Rested the noble gent
But the days aren’t typical no more
For the honeyed ambiance got sweeter
We still value his glorious life
A hundred and six years later
By: Monesh Kumar
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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