Prahlada, a five year old so young,
So how with material life was he done?
Idea for the bank balance to grow,
As aim of life he didn’t know.
Neither with activity was he ready to stop,
For valuable was the human body he got.
Right from the start to devotion he took,
And from this path he never shook.
Highest taste in bhakti was there,
So why with anything else to care?
Though seemingly of situation helpless,
Narahari to save him from father godless.
Prahlada, knowing devotion never wrong,
So in service to Vishnu remaining strong.
Bhakti Poems 