A SMALL MONK IN NEW YORK

Updated: Aug 17

A small Indian monk appeared in the Big Apple city

Near Strawberry Fields in the park that’s rather pretty

Since weather conditions were ever recorded

The winter account of 1965 was absolutely sordid

Snow piled up to heights that could bury anything alive

That same year, a power outage caused more than a sigh

It was an occasion of a complete culture shock

As the monk trudged from city block to city block

He was curious about the way of American life

With tall buildings and people rushing in stride and in strife

At that time, policies on dog dung were few

And it was somewhat inconvenient as the wind blew

He walked from his apartment to the Superette

To acquire staples he truly needed to get

He contemplated on a four-storey building as a temple

It would be where people could devotionally assemble

He then shifted neighbourhoods to the Bowery

To a rented welcoming storefront for those of little boundaries

It became a blossoming place of a revolution

Of radical thinkers trying to come out of confusion

They came with their musical instruments to play

To the tune of the maha mantra having so much to say

Regarding the benefits engaging divine service

And how it evokes a lovely human surplus

Some came and left never to return

Others went for the long haul in order to learn

The subsequent year was the time to firm up

A commitment when a document did turn up

Papers were signed, it was approved

An ISKCON society, a movement that moved

The small monk, Bhaktivedanta, thought big, did big

Authoring books whose contents were sweeter than a mature fig

MAY THE SOURCE BE WITH YOU

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