Mahathi Mydavolu Poems

Don't stop but pamper Him, that prowler sly
Toddling with grace towards your kitchen door.
Be sly like Him and His exploits espy!
That thief, the worlds don't hate but sure adore,
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I close my eyes and keep I chanting the names
Of Ram! So many oh so sweet, so sweet
While trying to visualize His mystic games,
His form, His frame, His smile and Him complete!
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The swan is set to fly away alone.
From earth-pilgrimage it's time to unwind.
No memories are saved of mortal zone...
of stone or bone...nor traces left behind.
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OM SRI HARI

How far is Vaikunta from Earth O Lord
How fast Lord Garuda can fly in sky
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That orphan loves an open opera.
A one-man play, He Himself acts and He
the audience. Umpteen times played and saw
but never tired of bland redundancy.
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Is it that place, where he said he fell once,
but soon on his feet to make his strides?
Is that the garden he described ere,
now you're staring at
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Oh why I'm suffering from woe and fear.
It seems some ghoul is holding me by rein.
You only can help me O Mother dear.
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With tears bubbling from eyes I prayed again
The Lord in holy sanctum sanctorum.
This's some tenth temple where I prayed with pain.
There's silence except house flies' endless hum.
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If my silence has voice, I'm sure you're there
listening to my woe. If stony face
my has some etched pain-lines you sure aware
of them. Yes Lord...I'm wating for your grace.
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When he walked,
the path like a magic carpet
rolled down under his feet
following him.
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