Celebrations for Vaishnavas there are many,
Difficult to rank, befitting is any.
But one particular date by me anticipated,
Celebration in which all of Vraja participated.
Sumptuous preparations bring,
And lovely songs sing.
But most of all at Krishna stare,
Who held Govardhana high in the air.
Finally they are coming home,
For so long we have felt alone.
Eager we are to see Rama’s face,
So let’s put lights in every place.
Sita’s grace too this will earn,
As to her home she finally returns.
So thrilled are we with this celebration,
Let us make this an annual tradition.
To support you to temples I go,
For importance of your work I know.
There in front of deities taking my seat,
And with practicing devotees I meet.
All well and good but one thing I don’t like,
Useless conversations of tripe.
Would be okay if in judgment they were right,
But sadly in all topics feeble their intellect’s might.
Of politics and finance I don’t want to hear,
Makes me wonder if from temples I should steer clear.
Better if they all just left me alone,
Then to concentrate on Sita and Rama alone.
To stay focused I will continue to try,
And on strength of the saints I will rely.
Bhakti Poems 