carmenara
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One Year of Hinduism
- by a lost sheep in delhi
It was a year starting in despair,
From mantras of the Mother Goddess my life would repair.
Decades in this world I felt alone,
Yet in temples far away I am always at home.
It was a year I learned to stand up against injustice
For friends and colleagues suffering under malice.
On the streets of Delhi they called "Jai Kali",
While back home my own kin says "chong nani?" (Where are you from?)
The clothes from across the ocean are what I don,
Those were our satyagraha for a new dawn.
On my birthday I followed Saraswati's dreams with a tale of duty and sacrifice,
Seeing the golden temples and immortal Kurukshetra would suffice.
"Can you wear that dress from Chennai?" a Hindustani company said.
"Unite the warring factions like the Princess of Jaipur," and our path to success was laid.
For we don't own the troubles of the past,
Use knowledge and wisdom to govern our trust.
And so for this one year, I had lost my fear.
In Jaipur I could not believe what I hear.
"Come and see your family, your past life beckons".
It will be like singing Aigiri Nandini for the first time, I reckon.
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A year ago I came to this forum seeking a little information, a little guidance on my first Hindu temple visit.
Today I performed the same New Year puja with a tale to tell. A story of finding the courage to fight injustice, gaining the knowledge to dispel the dirty politics, and then defending others from the same evils. For those who questioned me, wanted me back to my old meek and careless self, I told them I will not sacrifice my principles...
And as I held that thought my favorite deities appeared in the Hawan flame.
- by a lost sheep in delhi
It was a year starting in despair,
From mantras of the Mother Goddess my life would repair.
Decades in this world I felt alone,
Yet in temples far away I am always at home.
It was a year I learned to stand up against injustice
For friends and colleagues suffering under malice.
On the streets of Delhi they called "Jai Kali",
While back home my own kin says "chong nani?" (Where are you from?)
The clothes from across the ocean are what I don,
Those were our satyagraha for a new dawn.
On my birthday I followed Saraswati's dreams with a tale of duty and sacrifice,
Seeing the golden temples and immortal Kurukshetra would suffice.
"Can you wear that dress from Chennai?" a Hindustani company said.
"Unite the warring factions like the Princess of Jaipur," and our path to success was laid.
For we don't own the troubles of the past,
Use knowledge and wisdom to govern our trust.
And so for this one year, I had lost my fear.
In Jaipur I could not believe what I hear.
"Come and see your family, your past life beckons".
It will be like singing Aigiri Nandini for the first time, I reckon.
\
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A year ago I came to this forum seeking a little information, a little guidance on my first Hindu temple visit.
Today I performed the same New Year puja with a tale to tell. A story of finding the courage to fight injustice, gaining the knowledge to dispel the dirty politics, and then defending others from the same evils. For those who questioned me, wanted me back to my old meek and careless self, I told them I will not sacrifice my principles...
And as I held that thought my favorite deities appeared in the Hawan flame.
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