Clothed in pale orangey robes
The most generous person whom I know.
He transmits joy who comes to his door
Looking at Swamiji, worries go.
In our heart he resides and dwells
Be heroic he always tells.
To watch him is a bliss,
So no videos of his I skip or miss.
With weapon of goodness he writes;
Dismantles and removes all our plight.
His word on everyone has an influence
Through which everyone something learns
Swamijis plans are shining constellations
To contribute is his mission.
He illuminates us on good deeds,
That our life certainly needs.
With boundless affection he is filled
All our worries he has sealed.
Every day his good name I chant
To forget him I really can’t
I have an appetite to stare at him
As he resembles to a God’s figurine.
His form is so humble
And writings are a sparkle
His grin is like a pearl
Which helps us to fight every obstacle.
To Swamiji only one plea I make
All our anxieties and worries to take.
In the catastrophe around,
shower his grace.
So that love and kindness we can bake.