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Maryada-purusottama Lord Ramachandra by Gautam Saha

Apr 1, 2013 | Gautam Saha, Poetry, Volume-10 Number-05 (Indian)

The Supreme Personality of Godhead, Lord Ramachandra Appeared on this earth in Raghu-kula in Avodhva As the son of King Dasaratha and Queen Kaushalya Elder to the princes Bharata, Lakshmana and Satrughna He is ever seen in the company of Mahalakshmi as Sita His... read more

The ABC of Spiritual Life by Shivani Macherla

Mar 1, 2013 | Poetry, Shivani Macherla, Volume-10 Number-03 (Indian)

A twelve-lettered name, with spiritual might, Bringing Krishna into spotlight. A normal book It appears to sight, It has a spiritual binding Aided with true devotees’ might. This is the yuga of war and crime, being influenced by Kali’s mind, Thus comes the... read more

Krishna, The Savior by Akhil Srivastava

Feb 10, 2013 | Akhil Srivastava, Poetry, Volume-09 Number-12 (Indian)

Man’s mind is overpowered by this material world and threatened by worldly arts, thus banishing devotion from his heart. He is tantalized by cheap mysteries and physical joys and allows these to corrupt his mind, which is a gift from God.... read more

Science and Nescience by Gopendra Dasa

Feb 9, 2013 | Gopendra Dasa, Poetry, Volume-09 Number-09 (Indian)

With its mesmerizing advances and bewitching feats, It soothes our senses but our faith it steals. It helps and heals and also makes bombs to kill, But in material bodies, spirit or life it cannot instill. With the placebos of future promises that... read more

Please Stop, India! by Bhaktin Maral

Feb 1, 2013 | Bhaktin Maral, Poetry, Volume-10 Number-02 (Indian)

They luxuriously eat, sleep, mate and defend, There's nothing more in life they intend …. Will you also do the same? They cheat and lie, cruelly hurt and also cry, Lord it over everything and then decay and die …. Do you want to try the same? They... read more

Maya by Jigna Coradia

Jan 1, 2013 | Poetry, Volume-10 Number-01 (Indian)

Eluded I am Walking in a mist, Yearning for the nectar, In her empty fist. Barometer is set, Who can compete? With the ideal in heart. Oh so pure and pristine. Still I search hither, In this barren desert, Hoping against hope, To quench my thirst. My soles are sore,... read more