##04 (Vivekananda) The Young Narendra Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

##04 (Vivekananda) The Young Narendra

Rating: 3.4


Time waited for none.
Years rolled on and on.
Child Narendra grew up well,
As a boy strong and tall.

As he was always restless,
And teasing his sisters,
They kept watchful eyes
O’er his playful activities,

Chanting Siva’s name, his mother,
Every time, poured water
O’er his head to keep him quiet,
That had its desired effect.

He loved animals and birds.
And played with all his pets,
A cow, a goat, guinea-pigs,
A monkey, a peacock and pigeons.

More like his grandfather,
He was spiritual by nature.
Ramayan and Mahabharat,
He learnt both by heart.

He ran towards all monks,
Who knocked their doors.
Whatever handy that came,
At once, he offered them.

A new cloth he was wearing,
The same he was offering,
One day, to a poor monk,
Who came with a pitiable look.

To avoid this, in a room,
They safely locked him.
But he threw out many things,
From window to mendicants.

Such a soft heart he had.
Kindness was his blood.
To wake up this world
God sent him indeed!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Sandra Fowler 28 October 2009

What an enchanting, storybook child. I was engrossed in this charming narrative from start to finish. Lovely to read, Rajaram. Always your friend, Sandra

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Narendra [later great Swami Vivekananda ~ World Spiritual Leader] …from childhood had compassionate heart and you’ve aptly brought the fact poetically Thanks Sir 10/10 Ms. Nivedita UK

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Marieta Maglas 10 January 2010

Such a soft heart he had. Kindness was his blood. To wake up this world God sent him indeed! well written poem, nice portrait, lovely rhymes, lovely to read 10

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Chitra - 11 November 2009

what a captivating narrative! Filled with pearls of wisodm!

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rajagopal haran 31 October 2009

i was going thro' a blog of one Joane c Jones: see what he says: During my second year of nursing school our professor gave us a quiz. I breezed through the questions until I read the last one: 'What is the first name of the woman who cleans the school? ' Surely this was a joke. I had seen the cleaning woman several times, but how would I know her name? I handed in my paper, leaving the last question blank. Before the class ended, one student asked if the last question would count toward our grade. 'Absolutely, ' the professor said. 'In your careers, you will meet many people. All are significant. They deserve your attention and care, even if all you do is smile and say hello.' I've never forgotten that lesson. I also learned her name was Dorothy. caring for others is a divine quality... got the CD and your book on Vivek; the love you are showering on me is phenominal; i could listen to Vivekananda's voice which is magnetic keep going Sir you will do more for our benefit

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Samanyan Lakshminarayanan 28 October 2009

lovely narration of the swami naughty and spiritual childhood

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Rajaram Ramachandran

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Chennai born, now at Juhu, Mumbai, India
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