Soul the flower tangled between emotions its thorns, Life is lotus and world is mud in which we are

born, Pleasures grow in darkness and devotion arises in morn, Deeds are seeds we sow and Sri Krishna reaps these corns.

Life played many games - we kept yearning to achieve fame; Tears flowed behind the frame- and no one was to blame; Failures brought shame- yet we reached our pleasure filled aim; Death made its claim- world gifted body a place in history’s photo frame; When our soul met hell’s dame- she convicted our actions to be lame; Parched soul could have achieved true bliss- had we chanted Sri Krishna’s name.

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