Vivekananda Jan12
birth day
Silently i pray
he reached me when,
he preached me what ,
how, where, and why
I do not know,
but
unasked like rain from
sky ,
unanticipated like a
thunder from cloud
the tiny book, in my
pocket
thus spake , who ,in
my heart
a lion, brave in ochre
robes
a saint , with a stick
that does not hit
with closed eyes,
seeing the universe
with words , swaying
the worlds
here is a man living
short,
staying for ever
his words are live,
he stays in words
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