A small offering at the lotus feet of om visnupada paramhamsa 108 Sri Srimad A.C. Bhativedanta Swami Prabhupada, on his holy Vyasa Puja (Birth Anniversary)
Sometimes history is cruel, Srila Prabhupada.
It turns rulers into fools.
It takes ambitious devotees and corrupts them into thieves.
I'm sorry, i'm referring to your crooked GBCs.
Sometimes i wonder who i am, Srila Prabhupada.
Am i really your man, ready to risk and even die?
Or am i just a caterpillar, a wannabe butterfly?
Easily i can see the faults in all others,
but how come i'm not a more solid brother?
You conquered my heart with your spotless sincerity,
but wherefrom do i feel all these heavy impurities?
Srila Prabhupada, once i sat with you in your room in Tehran, and i felt your presence surround me.
After 30+ years the bond is not broken, but the inspiration's gone in the darkness around me.
Yes, you were the light of the moon and the sun for your spiritual daughters and enthusiastic sons.
You always lit up the hearts of your gentle, faithful ones.
For those who decided to usurp your spiritual powers,
you vanished like a yogi and became a plastic model.
They waved your flag like crusaders, just to game their way,
but like Karna at Kuruksetra, their strength will fail them
when it's time to pay.
It's you who steals the hearts of those whose souls are dear,
If someone tries to steal you, you simply disappear.
Now my prayer becomes more real,
as i need to tell you frankly what my weak heart reveals.
O Prabhupada, when i look into my heart and see my own conceit,
i know my tears are insufficient, my surrender incomplete.
Surrender is not a show, a dress, success or popularity poll.
It's the battle to give up all things unfavorable, the desire to control.
Srila Prabhupada, of your golden legacy, i'm just a petty thief.
Calling myself 'disciple,' but resisting your lotus feet.
What am i doing in this world? What opulence do i have?
Credit cards and shopping bags, senses like 2nd class rags.
When will i discard my anarthas and naked run behind you?
Like a humble, hungry dog who wants only to find you?
O master, they can curse me, tease me or beat me blue,
as long as i can keep on running and chasing after you....
Srila Prabhupada, i'm still fallen, a jiva gone astray.
Guide me to your shelter, by hook or crook someway.
You're my president, my true friend, my deepest love, my lord,
in every word, every step and every type of chord.
In my in breath and out breath, each and every birth and death,
may you always be my goal, my heaven, my moksa, my test.
Srila Prabhupada, steal my mind and be my inner heart's thief.
Uproot my illusions. Cut this broken-hearted grief.
By your mercy, and by the power of your love for me,
open my eyes to All-Attractive Krishna Conscious Reality.
Nitya nityanam centanas cetananam.....
Your life was the perfect purport of this Katha Upanisad verse.
You purify my existence when i hear you chant these words.
Srila Prabhupada, let your presence within me be my single-minded truth.
Transform me into what you named me:
a liberated servant of the Ever-Fresh Youth.
your melancholy and impoverished sisya,
nava jauvana das