Iskcon Kirtan Mela
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Bijay Kant Dubey
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I saw the foreigners,
The foreign Krishnites
Singing
Hare Rama, Hare Krishna
With their accent and stress
With their small sons and daughters
So lost in their love for Krishna,
Hare Krishna, Hare Rama
Which we could not,
They understood it and admired it
Rising above petty considerations,
Forgetting what it divides it.
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