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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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Thakur Sri Ramkrishna Deb & Vivekananda’s secred bond
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In lands where spirituality blooms,
Two souls converged, dispelling gloom.
Thakur Ramakrishna, a saintly guide,
And Vivekananda, his fervent stride.
In Dakshineswar’s sacred abode,
Ramakrishna’s wisdom brightly glowed.
Vivekananda, a seeker profound,
In his presence, divine truths found.
Thakur’s eyes held the universe’s flame,
Vivekananda, eager, to learn his name.
Their interactions, a dance divine,
A journey through realms, sublime.
“Come, Naren,” Thakur called him near,
A bond awakened, crystal clear.
Questions sparked like stars at night,
Answers woven in wisdom’s light.
Vivekananda, youthful and bold,
His doubts and queries freely told.
Thakur, the sage with heart aglow,
Nurtured his spirit to flourish and grow.
Through stories, parables, and tales untold,
Truths of the soul, they gently unfold.
Thakur’s love, a river so wide,
Vivekananda sailed, on wisdom’s tide.
“See the Divine in all,” he’d say,
“Every path leads to the same array.”
Vivekananda imbibed the creed,
Unity of faith in every need.
In temple’s solitude and garden’s grace,
They shared moments that time can’t erase.
Ramakrishna’s laughter, a mystic song,
Vivekananda, in rapture, belonged.
With illness as a fierce, testing gale,
Thakur’s body weakened, yet love prevailed.
Vivekananda stood, a devoted son,
Learning life’s lessons, one by one.
Thakur’s passing, a poignant ache,
Yet Vivekananda’s spirit awake.
A legacy lit, a torch aflame,
To spread Vedanta’s sacred name.
Oh, how they pondered life’s grand scheme,
In endless dialogue, like a flowing stream.
Vivekananda’s intellect soared high,
Thakur’s teachings, stars in his sky.
From Chicago’s stage to the Western shore,
Vivekananda’s words a resounding roar.
Thakur’s wisdom he shared anew,
A message timeless, pure, and true.
Through struggles vast and challenges bold,
Vivekananda’s resolve never grew cold.
Thakur’s lessons, a guiding light,
In his disciple’s heart, burning bright.
Thakur Ramakrishna, an ocean of grace,
Vivekananda, his legacy embrace.
Their interactions, a sacred dance,
In the realm of spirit, they entranced.
Five hundred words can’t capture the whole,
The depth of their bond, the eternal soul.
Thakur and Vivekananda, two spirits aligned,
A divine connection, forever enshrined.
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Thakur Sri Ramkrishna Paramhansa Dev met Vidyasagar
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On Kolkata’s bustling road, one fine day,
Thakur Ramakrishna, a saint so wise,
Embarked on a journey, his heart’s desire,
To Vidyasagar’s abode, where kindness lies.
Bhabanath and Hazra by his side,
The Master ventured forth with grace,
Towards Badurbagan, the path they tread,
To meet the scholar in his dwelling place.
Born in Birsingha’s village, humble origin,
Vidyasagar, a name revered and renowned,
An ocean of kindness, people would proclaim,
A scholar’s brilliance, a wisdom unbound.
Thakur’s heart was filled with eager hope,
To gaze upon this ocean of virtue pure,
With Vidyasagar’s fame, his heart did swell,
An encounter of souls, an event so sure.
In Vidyasagar’s presence, their eyes did meet,
Thakur’s vision beheld an ocean’s expanse,
Words flowed like rivers, a divine dialogue,
A moment in time, a sacred dance.
Thakur spoke, “Before me, an ocean I see,”
Vidyasagar replied, a twinkle in his eye,
“Then take some salty water, O revered one,”
A playful banter, a connection awry.
Thakur’s voice rose like a gentle tide,
“An ocean of literacy, you truly are,”
With humility profound, Vidyasagar smiled,
Two great souls united, near and far.
In Kolkata’s tapestry, this moment woven,
Thakur Ramakrishna and Vidyasagar’s grace,
A meeting of hearts, a convergence divine,
In poetry’s embrace, their spirits embrace.
