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Àŧùl Oct 2016
Whenever and wherever there is a decline in religious practice, O descendant of Bharata, and a predominant rise of irreligion--at that time I descend Myself. In order to deliver the pious and to annihilate the miscreants, as well as to reestablish the principles of religion, I advent Myself millennium after millennium.
Not a poem.
Humble8Fool  Jun 2020
Krishna
Humble8Fool Jun 2020
Living in ignorance I couldn't understand your glories,
Your past times are so lovable that devotees truly cherish.

Causeless mercy of yours brought me out from darkness of slumber,
Bhagvad Geeta as your love letter had put me into deep wonder.

All glories to your devotees always spreading your consciousness,
Thinking about you day and night sometimes I feel I had lost my subconscious.

So great are your devotees that they dance and shed their tears,
Not being able to hold their pain, the seperation they bear.

Heartbreaking it is for us to know we challenged your mightyness,
Godless civilization then put us into living a life full of darkness.

Blissful it is to know Radha-Krishna as our eternal Mom and Dad,
Flowers of love and compassion blossom into our life and we are very glad.
Hare Krishna

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