Cmp 10. Nimai's Occasional Outbursts

R Rajaram Ramachandran Rajaram Ramachandran
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CHAITANYA MAHAPRABHU Before a bath in the River, He asked his dear mother, For anice flower garland And paste of sandalwood. His mother told him to wait, But he became quite upset, And broke all the things That reached his hands. He broke all the pots. Scattered rice, grains Spilled oil, milk and ghee, Besides his shouting spree. In a fit of temper he was Not finding all his wants. For a garland she went out And brought one at last. She saved some food Which served him good, And asked him, why he did, A damage of this kind? "All these wasted things Go very much to your loss, As this house belongs Not to me, but only yours." Nimai simply replied, "It's the will of the Lord, Who'll take care of us. Don't worry for things." With his mind steady, He went for his study. On the way he secured Two tolas of pure gold. He gave it to his mother To sell it in the bazaar, And buy things whatever That'll fulfill her desire. "Krishna gave me this gold, Mother, don't worry, " He told. "Better feel happy always, For Kishna will help us." In the gold market, She somehow sold it And bought things fresh To run their home afresh

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