For the Distressed, Desirer of Wealth,  Inquisitive, & Those Searching for Knowledge of the Absolute

On November 14, 2023 it Will Have Been 1.45 Billion Seconds

In India, born a man named Abhay,

With a mission that would pave the way,

For enlightenment, truth, and devotion,

Srila Prabhupada, his deep emotion.

He travelled to the West alone,

Leaving behind all he had known,

With a humble heart and a fiery zeal,

To spread the word, to make it real.

With Bhagavad-gita as his guide,

And Krishna consciousness by his side,

He founded a movement, a way of life,

For those seeking peace amid strife.

Temples and books he established,

Sacred mantras he chanted,

The Hare Krishna movement he ignited,

A new era of spirituality, soon ignited.

His teachings and love continue to inspire,

Millions around the world, whom he did inspire,

Srila Prabhupada, a true spiritual guide,

Whose mission and legacy forever will abide.

Oh, readers keen to know the purpose that is true,

Of Saragrahi.Org, that is born anew.

First, I must draw your attention close,

To the reason why I chose,

To revive and enhance this old website,

And bring it once more into the light.

Listen closely, for a story of inspiration,

Of a website born anew, with dedication.

The purpose clear, to revive and enhance,

Bringing light to Srila Prabhupada’s glorious dance.

It's been 24.8 million minutes,

Since Srila Prabhupada departed;

His breath of Earth's atmosphere, ceased,

Leaving behind a legacy so great.

But his vision of ISKCON does not extend,

To the institution we see today,

In name only does it stay.

Despite 402,00 Hours since Prabhupada’s departure,

His vision of ISKCON will never bend,

And so, this website shines anew,

To guide us all to a purpose true.

16,790 Days have come and gone,

Since Srila Prabhupada departed on,

As time went by, it is clear to me,

The world needs his teachings inherently.

Once more, his wisdom we must heed,

For our lives to truly succeed.

2,399 Weeks have come and gone,

But Srila Prabhupada’s teachings live on,

And in this time, we have felt a need,

To share his wisdom, for all to heed.

Listen, ye all, both young and old,

562 months have come and gone,

Since Prabhupada bid farewell,

A sage whose wisdom we cling on.

Before you delve in deep, my friends,

Recall the reason why I strive,

To keep this website up and running,

And bring truth to all, to thrive.

Prabhupada’s legacy, a shining light,

Guiding souls to truth and peace,

Such wisdom must be shared with might,

For it is a treasure, worth to seize.

So let us all, with fervent heart,

Carry on his noble quest,

And spread his teachings far and wide,

Till every soul finds true rest.

Inquisitive, reader be inspired to delve in deep,

For this website’s purpose will surely keep,

To bring this truth to all mankind,

A message of love, devotion, and peace divine.

In the fringes lurks a tiny spark,

Of Prabhupada's mission, now dark.

Its leaders and their subordinates,

Are corrupt, immoral, unethical, and dishonest.

Crooked, shady, deceitful, and false,

They are untruthful, duplicitous, and double-crossed.

Two-faced, tricky, and wicked too,

Evil, depraved, malevolent, and malicious through and through.

They are murderers, assassins, sinners, and Vaisnava Aparadhadis.

Described as demons, asuras, and rakshasas in scriptures akin.

May the Lord above guide us through,

And save us from the grasp of such a treacherous crew.

ISCKON is now dark and grim,

Corruption and abuse seeped within.

Leaders failed to uphold sacred vows,

Victims silenced; justice disavowed.

The media exposed the horror show,

But still, some refuse to let it go.

The leaders and their cohorts,

Must face their inner demons,

For failure to do so,

Leads to fate with outer demon beings.

Offences to Srila Prabhupada,

Can they truly make amends?

It seems doubtful in their pursuits,

Driven solely by greed's trends.

Eleven who took over his mission,

When questioned for their act,

Their reply was prabhu, only money,

Leaving spirituality in neglect.

Can they realize their wrongful ways,

And correct their chosen path?

Or will they stay engulfed in darkness,

Ignoring their moral aftermath?

In Prabhupada's footsteps we tread,

With devotion and love in our head,

Our mission is to spread his word,

And make sure his message is heard.

But as we journey along this path,

We face many obstacles and wrath,

For corruption has crept in our midst,

And our resolve is put to the test.

But we will not falter or fail,

Our efforts will forever prevail,

For we are the sincere disciples and followers of Prabhupada,

And we will not let his legacy fade away.

We have exposed the corruption and wrongs,

And strive to correct them in our songs,

With truth and righteousness as our guide,

We will uphold Prabhupada's message with pride.

So let us together, as one,

Restore Prabhupada’s Mission, to its former run,

And uphold the good name of our Spiritual Master,

For his teachings shall live on forever after.

A new generation brings hope,

With fresh ideas and a wider scope.

They seek to rebuild trust and faith,

To honor the teachings of the Eternal Faith.

ISKCON has burned to ashes,

Its spirit is like stone.

It can still rise from the ashes and atone.

For the true essence of its creed,

Is love and compassion, indeed.

In Kali Yuga, the age of gold,

Sri Caitanya Mahaprabhu, we hold,

A beacon of love and devotion,

With wisdom and selfless emotion.

He preached the Yuga-dharma and the path of Bhakti,

To rid the world of evil and disunity,

For 10,000 years, His teachings will spread far and wide,

Bringing hope to all who abide.

His Golden Age will be filled with grace,

A time of peace and divine embrace,

Where hearts are pure and minds clear,

And souls are free from all fear.

Oh, Lord Caitanya Mahaprabhu,

We bow to thee with gratitude,

For the light you brought to our world,

And the love and joy you unfurled.

Oh, cruel fate, how swift thy hand doth move,

To rob us of the one we hold so dear,

As 46 years have swiftly passed from view,

Since Prabhupada left, shedding many a tear.

And yet we linger on, in sorrow's hold,

Our grief as fresh as on that fateful day,

With hearts so heavy, burdened and so cold,

Unsure of what to do, or what to say.

Should we not honor him in every way?

As his memory echoes through the years,

And in our hearts his teachings still do play,

Filling us with hope and driving out fears.

So let us raise our voices and chant the Holy Name,

And vow to keep his teachings bright and true,

For though he is physically gone, his instructions remain,

And we shall carry it 'til our lives are through.