Time waited for none.
Years rolled on and on.
Child Narendra grew up well,
As a boy strong and tall.
As he was always restless,
And teasing his sisters,
They kept watchful eyes
O’er his playful activities,
Chanting Siva’s name, his mother,
Every time, poured water
O’er his head to keep him quiet,
That had its desired effect.
He loved animals and birds.
And played with all his pets,
A cow, a goat, guinea-pigs,
A monkey, a peacock and pigeons.
More like his grandfather,
He was spiritual by nature.
Ramayan and Mahabharat,
He learnt both by heart.
He ran towards all monks,
Who knocked their doors.
Whatever handy that came,
At once, he offered them.
A new cloth he was wearing,
The same he was offering,
One day, to a poor monk,
Who came with a pitiable look.
To avoid this, in a room,
They safely locked him.
But he threw out many things,
From window to mendicants.
Such a soft heart he had.
Kindness was his blood.
To wake up this world
God sent him indeed!
Rajaram Ramachandran
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/04-vivekananda-the-young-narendra/
