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Divine Light of Param Purush Thakur Shree Ramakrishna Dev
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In the world where stars gently sway,
In the heart of Bengal, where whispers play,
In the month of Falgun, a sacred decree,
Param Purush Thakur Shree Ramakrishna Dev was born, divine and free.
On the second day, in the waxing moon’s glow,
Amidst blossoms of love, his essence did flow.
From the womb of the night, a luminescent dawn,
A beacon of wisdom, in humble form drawn.
In the embrace of Shukla Paksha, he came,
With a radiance so pure, it set hearts aflame.
In his presence, serenity danced with glee,
As he whispered truths beneath the Bodhi tree.
From Dakshineswar’s shores to distant lands,
His teachings like rivers, across vast sands.
He preached love and unity, a timeless creed,
Guiding souls toward the path they need.
His life a testament to devotion’s might,
Transcending barriers, breaking through night.
In Falgun’s embrace, a saint was born,
To illuminate souls, till eternity’s morn.
So let us rejoice in the light he bestowed,
In the teachings that flourish, in hearts that glowed.
For on Falgun’s Dwitiya, the universe sighed,
As Sri Ramakrishna Dev, in glory, did abide.
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The Last journey of Thakur Sri Ramkrishna Paramhansa Dev
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On this day, Sri Ramakrishna bid adieu,
A few minutes past midnight, his journey anew,
Sixteenth of August, a significant date,
Morning broke, sealing his fate.
News spread swiftly in every corner,
Many couldn’t believe, a saintly mourner,
Skeptics thought he might not have passed away,
Perhaps, deep in meditation, he’d chosen to stay.
To Dr. Mahendralal Sarkar, people rushed,
Anxiously, their hopes they hushed,
The doctor arrived without delay,
Gazing at Ramakrishna’s form, in quiet sway.
With fixed gaze and tearful eyes,
For a moment, he pondered, silent ties,
Then softly he said, “Prepare the pyre,
Arrange for the last rites, no desire higher.”
Dr. Mahendralal Sarkar took his leave,
A dutiful task he had to achieve,
Yet, who would quarrel with such a soul,
As Ramakrishna’s life took its toll?
A long sigh heaved from his chest,
From his pocket, a ten-rupee note he addressed,
Said, “Keep this, no need to fuss,
Capture his photo, a final remembrance.”
As if a pang in his heart was laid,
In his chest, something seemed frayed,
A life devoid of romantic love’s embrace,
But one soul recognized his grace.
In that moment, with twenty rupees in hand,
Dr. Mahendralal Sarkar began to understand,
Today, no more would he enter his chamber’s door,
A heavy heart he bore, grieving to the core.
Today, Mahendralal’s house remains shuttered,
His soul burdened, emotions uncluttered,
The sky today wears a clouded veil,
As the afternoon sun begins to pale.
Around five in the evening, a somber mood,
From Dakshineswar, they carried him, subdued,
Laid his body on a simple bier,
White flowers adorned, a tribute sincere.
Resting on a bed of serenity,
Ramakrishna, in tranquil divinity,
As the sky turns dusk, a fading hue,
His earthly journey bids adieu.
