Quotes about swami, page 7
If you think about disaster, you will get it. Brood about death and you hasten your demise. Think positively and masterfully, with confidence and faith, and life becomes more secure, more fraught with action, richer in achievement and experience.
quote by Swami Sivanada
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Jack of all trades
This handy man climbs rooftops
Whenever a politician calls for repairs
But he never learns politics
As he wants to refrain from doing any harm.
He goes from poor to rich when anybody needs
And his charges are very fair as he sniffs the others wallets.
Though he knows all the trades still remain as a bachelor.
' Tears are to my taste.Yes do you want the truth? The true qualities of men come out only in times of trouble, from the depths of an anguished heart, honest tears flow like flood waters.That is why I like tears.'
-Swami Sri Sathya Sai Baba
poem by Nimal Dunuhinga
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Mosquito's Feast
A humming mosquito said: gun, gun, gun,
For greatest ever feast come, come, come.
Party area is a house of SHETH,
And venue is his lush dark pate.
Angelic Anopheles and Cute Culex* are special guests,
And black trouser is place for rest.
Special item is blood of HITESH,
Our greatest enemy, whom I detest.
Coil, Net and Mat may prove hitch,
But, 'Arise, awake and stop not till goal is reached.'**
Please keep your children at bay,
From a newest mosquito killer spray.
With God’s grace destroy devilish plan,
And with malaria wipe out evil human clan.
*Anopheles and Culex are species of mosquito
**Arise, awake and stop not till goal is reached-Saying of Swami Vivekananda.
Dr Hitesh C Sheth
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poem by Hitesh Sheth
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Replacement is not a change (To Mr. Barak Obama)
(To Mr. Barak Obama)
Replacement is not a change
Lest the change be replacement only
The change yet far and beyond
Replacement is not a change o! chief
Hopes are from the old mindset
A heart is to change not the regime
Wearing old shoes further tightens the spiral life
Old one is to lead to catastrophe
Compensation with ability is just inevitable; for the
Novice older ones
My beloved chief
Intoxicated demand more toxicity
Know not it all
Curved life is desparate for a straight breathing
Let the arrow be in two directions simultaneously
Arrow of filling and the arrow of solace
Redress invites further decay only
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poem by Swami Jeevan Ekin
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The Golden Moon
The money is the Planet’s Wheel.
Into the mud the money binds the human’s Will. The money is Survival's drill.
The money diggs in our heart relations dirt, or Separation, which is "emotion's bill." The money is the dust.
With money covered our Life and Path. Sometimes, the money serves (in stead of oil) as "Diplomatic honey."
The money gives the Power to sinner and to swami. The money is the NEED.
Without money we are the Soul's zero, "Human's meat" indeed. We wish the money night and day.
The whisper ‘money’ make us forget the smile; blessing of pundit, the pray. The money is the Dream: "The Golden Moon"
Without money we are in Life useless wave: "balloon." Conclusion:
"Without money, I am the sand on Ocean's shore,"
concluded Poem "Golden Moon"- the Poet Lebishor.
poem by Leonid Rotshtein
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Bread Is God
The kids sat around
With burning belly before the teacher
With innocent looks and gesture
And giggle to the humor
Of the teacher whose belly full.
They sat looking at the clock
And count the tick-sound of the seconds
Gazing at the needle that move
With no hasty steps or hurry
But the kids prayed the needle to speed.
They sang in chorus
With gnawing ulcerated pain
That perforated their stomach
By the gastric juices delivered
Finding nothing to assimilate
As times moved with sun
That reached ahead of them
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poem by Vadakkumpurath Ramesan
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The Legacy of Maharishi Dayanand Saraswati (I)
A living legend was he, born in February 1824,
Re-establishing Dharma, he emphasized Vedic law.
He fought unrighteousness with the Holy Vedas in hand,
The weapon of truth being his major command.
He battled inequality and eradicated social discrimination,
Uplifting the unfortunate who were treated with degradation.
By serving humanity, God’s servant he prove to be,
In each person, he never failed to recognize divinity.
By his knowledge and wisdom, not only did he talk the talk,
But by living within God’s laws, he also walked the walk.
Dispelling ignorance, he illuminated the word with light,
To uphold Vedic Dharma, did he continuously fight.
He breathed his last on October 30th 1883,
Leaving behind his footprints of a great legacy.
We celebrate his life on the auspicious occasion, Divali
As we strive to tread in the path of Swami Dayanand Saraswati.
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Voice by Ray Subrata
Orators to public deliver their gift of the gab,
They fire emotion, exalt sense beyond map.
The politicians like toads praise their well,
Propagandize ism, and ring their bell.
Some leaders like shepherd lead their sheep,
Implement manifesto as they get their whip.
People take their words from stations of profit
Little they discriminate, how their lectures merit.
A saint’s pleasure graces people to rise,
From wintry slumber, and deadly demise.
Godly words tinged with beacon –light,
Dislodge, impel, move and set to flight.
Flowery oracles from distant land,
In a prophet’s voice finds rigid stand.
Strange beauty sprouts from our ionized devices,
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poem by Subrata Ray
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Secret Temptation II
Tossing and turning the entire night, I'm used to losing my sleep.
Can only see her vaguely, I'm cursing my lacking of binocular.
In these rainy days I long to see her dancing under her umbrella.
Seemingly impossible, but for her I could play my part of D.J.
Just for a single glimpse I wait for entire day as she seems as elusive as Cinderella.
For gods and goddesses, she struggled and feigned the disease of sitophobia.
And in every infinitesimal moment she resides in my reverie, but I've had them all crushed.
When, like some herb-smoking sage with their naked body smeared with ash.
All my friends preach me like some centenarian swami.
However I usually find myself lending my ears to hear the silence of her talk.
And the pain of her absence abates miraculously as her smile acts as an anaesthesia.
One day I should face her tete-a-tete with all my might and power.
And that day I'll shout to the world that she resides in every ups and downs of my sulci and gyri.
poem by Menash Mohan Shrestha
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38 (Vivekananda) Arrival at Chicago
Swami Vivekananda’s train
Reached Chicago Station
Late in the evening time.
None came to receive him.
He had lost the address
Of the head of delegates,
And there was no one
To give him information.
In that strange foreign land,
None gave a helping hand.
As his dress appeared peculiar,
They took him as a wanderer.
On the sidewalk, he sat.
A lady saw his pitiable plight
Gave him food and shelter,
As her guest of honor.
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poem by Rajaram Ramachandran
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