It is all Gone.

    It is  all  gone, gone.

Gone, it is all gone,

Meddling  with The

Incarnation, it   is all gone,

With  The Godhead,it  is  gone.

Reputation  is  Gone,

Peace is gone, Life is a

Piecemeal share of life

And existence is the remnant

Of His  Grace,undenied   even

In the last bogie.

“Hare  Rama, Hare Krishna”

in the parched tongue,

Southerly winds blow

As a   matter of  fact.

It is all gone.

You  are by  me, my  side,

Stays all in good earnest.

You  Are, Are ruling  the  roost

Of  His  Dictum.