A naïve little lad
Was begging in the streets
Most pretty young lass
He chanced indeed to meet
Her breasts were full rising
A sight he never met
Why on chest such swelling
He asked in all naiveté
The girl rushed in blushing
Told her aged mother
The lady said explaining
She’ll soon be mother
So God is keeping in lay
To feed her baby
The lad walked all his way
Musing on God’s hobby
If God be so good
To a baby yet unborn
Need I go to beg food?
He’ll sure send it warm
Thence on he quit brooding
On affairs of this world
And set his sights looking
For Him, his very soul
Such and other stories
Did Ramakrishna tell
To narrate all his glories
With His grace I will
7.5.2002
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