Poems of Narad

Parichand

18.10.2023

In Parichand, my friend I saw
Not like me, uncouth and raw
A light that shone abundantly.
His love of Mother was for me
The path that all our souls must take
Discarding tired loops so fake
That turn like records in the days
Before the advances in the ways
Of a corporeal consciousness
And a clear progressiveness,
One whose life was filled with love
And in that love all souls could move.