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Àŧùl May 2017
They who do work for Me,
They who work for righteousness,
They who look upon Me as a goal,
They who set Prabhu as their goal,
They who worship Me free from attachment,
They who just lose track of everything else in worship,
Who are free from enmity to all creatures,
Who practice vegetarianism and peace,
They come to Me.**
They reach heaven.
My HP Poem #1542
©Atul Kaushal
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.
Jaanam Jaswani Oct 2013
For Jay - whose light never ceases to shine.


Wounded with darkness
he reflects each light
like a diamond, they say
Oh, what a sight!

He trots down with his black shield
And blunt daggers on his face
He smiles
With such kindness; with such grace

The Man with The Black Shield;
Alas - he's taken a wound to the chest!
He sends shivers to monads
"Hence!, she says, "let him rest!"

The Man's breaths were long -
And unwavered -
Feel free to comment :) please help me finish it.

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