Friday, July16th, 2010

A Poem for Aindra

Toronto, Ontario

This evening we were informed of the loss of another saint. Here is a poem for friend, Aindra.

Aindra, a true monk
Suddenly did depart
He was a great wonder
Who stole many a heart.

Committed to the name
He drew so many in
He taught, You don’t stop
And you surely don’t begin

Just keep the sound a float
Through day, moon and night
In clear atmosphere
If we hope to reach some height.

He was a Vrindavan star
A Kirtan king
A sadhu of sound
Who knew how to sing.

Author, H.H. Bhaktimarga Swami

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