IT IS DUE TO SALLY
It was in two thousand fifteen
That Sally was happy to be seen
By those who admired her
At New Vrindavan it did occur
Known to be the special agent
The one so absolutely patient
In signing the fateful papers
For Swamiji to reach those skyscrapers
To New York all the way from Bharat
To tell us what we had forgot
I sat with her for an hour or so
When her pleasant words began to flow
When she put her name to submit
“I didn’t think much would come of it
His picture looked quite intimidating”
But signing meant Gopal saw her participating
Sally felt Swamiji was so far away
But then he came to the door one day
Presenting an “oceanic smile”
From the ‘Y’ he walked daily for less than a mile
To cook lunch with pots on three tiers
Despite meat in the fridge he’d persevere
He was amazed to see clean frozen produce
Vacuum cleaner–a marvellous introduce
Acquainting himself with American culture
With a vision for improved future
With books, temples, and people
And blessed food, a weapon so lethal
A global conquest with humble beginnings
A challenge that will see an actual winning
It was Sally who opened that door
In gratitude for this alone, we underscore
- Composed by Bhaktimarga Swami, The Walking Monk©