ROSES ARE RED VIOLETS ARE BLUE
Roses are red and violets are blue
A baby was born in December true
Oh joy! What good fortune out of the blue!
For his Gurudev was always with Him too
The baby started growing soon
And named he was by his Gurudev true
Oh joy! What good fortune out of the blue!
With his Gurudev always with him too
The baby had grown a few months too
And fed his first grains by his Gurudev true
Oh joy! What good fortune out of the blue!
With his Gurudev always with him too
The boy was now a few years new
And wrote his first letters by his Gurudev true
Oh joy! What good fortune out of the blue!
With his Gurudev always with him too
The boy is now a lad with a big head too
Mercifully initiated by his Gurudev true
Oh joy! What good fortune out of the blue!
With his Gurudev always with him true
Suffering in darkness the boy was in rue
But light trumps darkness we all know that true
Lust anger greed in his heart an issue
But Gurudev trumps all we know it too
Ingratitude intolerance was his qualities few
Despairing in the mad elephant’s clutch be true
No goodness in him and retribution overdue
But Gurudev with compassion rescued him true
Good bad ugly ignorance a few
Rich poor middle class are in a stew
Caste creed colour is a great taboo
But Gurudev’s love is beyond this true
The boy now is fortunate among a few
Gurudev let him worship Jagannath true
To preach teach and travel is his desire in que
Chidanand Nimai submits to his Gurudev right on cue
