Poem By HH Bhaktimarga Swami

Warrior Saint

In dedication to Bhakti Caru Swami


It’s hard to fathom,

That it could be so,

But warriors do enter,

And charge into battle,

And may not return—

A matter of death and dignity.

Because of the love lost,

It becomes a tearful time.

With the voice of guidance now gone,

An apparent vacuum exists.

Something went wrong perhaps.

Loved ones become confused,

No one can know the plan…

Emotions begin to play out—

A welling of tears in the eyes—

An wholesome outpour of feelings,

With friends/family around.

A figurative pool of water collects,

Leaving a surface of reflection,

Of two faces—of one grieving,

A second—the one who died achieving.

If you look deep and hard,

The warrior-saint who achieved,

Carries a magnificent smile.

And with a nodding approval,

And directional message,

He says, “Go forward!

There’s a fight to fight!

There is a world to shake!

There’s a God to love!

Don’t be disturbed!”


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Brother of Gentle Demeanor


Oh Brother of gentle demeanor,

I am your irrefutable junior.

When I look at all you’ve done,

Nothing short of making that homerun,

I am humbled by your limitless energy.

And now you leave us that memory,

Of absolute conviction to go,

Where a target receives a clean throw.

You aim your desires so right,

And anchor turbulence at a fight.

You offer a calm where there isn’t,

And subdue a storm you see as incumbent.

You go out of your way to cook for us,

At no inconvenience and with no fuss.

Last time you sat with me at Pune’s veranda.

(It could have been anywhere, even Uganda.)

You took the time to comfort, offer assurance.

When confusion prevails you present balance.

You are a gentleman so rare to find.

Even ruffians in your presence become kind.

You serve food daily to many, many children,

Fill bellies, fill hearts amounting to millions.

Vast attention comes running to you,

Especially when you put Prabhupada, centre in queue,

And set the tone with finesse and manners,

At such time when inclusiveness matters.

The world finds it hard that you’re suddenly gone,

Like the sun that’s up, then abruptly left for long-

May the Source be with you!


Saturday, July 4, 2020

Christie Pitts, Toronto


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