On the Disappearance day of Srila Bhaktivedanta Swami Maharaja, this heart felt poem was written:
A Little Bird Flew into my Home
Today, a little bird flew into my home
It was beautiful
With a long red neck
and colourful feathers
I chanted "Radhe! Radhe!" to it
It looked at me, disoriented
Today, a litte bird flew into my home
I chanted "Haribolo!"
It looked my way
To whom do I owe my remembrance to the Holy Names?
To my Guru and Guru-varga
Today, a little bird flew into my home
I marvel at its beauty
At its creation
I think he must be Kanhaiya's friend
Perhaps he's here with a message
Today, a little bird flew into my home
I remember Srila Prabhupad
I remember my Gurudeva
I remember seeing Srila Prabhupad in my Gurudeva
as I chant "Hare Krsna!" to the bird
Today, a little bird flew into my home
I think about the beauty of Srila Prabhupad
Without whom the Westerners and Asians alike
will not be able to chant the Holy Names
What sacrifice he had done for us all!
Today, a little bird flew into my home
I remember how Srimati Radhika's parrot, Suka
eating pomegranate from Her Lotus Hands
Yet, it flew away
Then, caught by Kanhaiya
Suka felt morose
Today, a little bird flew into my home
Where will I be without my Srila Prabhupad?
Where will I be without my Srila Gurudeva?
What will I do, without their Hari-Katha?
For now, friends call me to speak
their Hari-Katha
Today, a little bird flew into my home
I pray that I maybe an instrument in their hands
Always trying my utmost best
And most of all to serve my Guru Manjari
In my wonderful svarup, someday
Today, a little bird flew into my home ....
Actually, it is His home ...
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