THE MAN WAS THE MONK DIVINE

SWAMI VIVEKANANDA – JANUARY 12, 1863 – JULY 4, 1902 

How long you live to learn what is life
How far you go to read its message
It’s not about adding years to existence
it’s not about counting years gone by

Walking, going inside on the journey
Living a life, free of its realms, rising up
Asking for its whereabouts, its ways
Reading the texts for answers to question

A way to live, a way to life, on the journey
Leaving nothing beyond the questions
Trying, refusing and accepting, even God
With the purity of childhood innocence

The Man of 39 was the monk divine
With the radiance of an enlightened youth
Embodying virtues of human universalities
He was the Swami of collective humanity

Much like the unorthodox ways of his Master
Winning over the conflicts of age and faith
Transcending beyond the quest of identity
His intelligence was august, his humility sublime

A life lived then is a life forever, a message eternal
The living experimented then is the call perpetual
Son of a nation, he was torchbearer of a civilization
Brother of humanity, he was doyen of a philosophy

The man of 39 was the wisdom of forgotten times
Resurrecting a way of life from the depths imposed
Bringing to life a nation’s compromised conscience
He was the dear sage of universal humankind

Arise, awake, and stop not till the goal is reached
That is what he taught us to be, asked us to do
To become the enlightened souls, free from fear
A way to live, a way of life, on the journey here

©/IPR: Santosh Chaubey–https://santoshchaubey.wordpress.com/