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A Man but A God...


A God loved by the lovers… adored by the mothers…

A man, the Purushothom… lived a life of human being… died alone in the forest when on one was seeing…

He is Shayama… He is the Sundaram… accept his devotees with all their tantrums… in simple words he is cute… could make the whole world stand still… and make everyone fall in love with his flute…

For the sake of mankind, he comes on this planet… to make us understand what the path of righteousness is… what are the duties of our as being…

Even being right… he was blamed… He was the God himself… still took the curse… from a mother… for the sake of others… like a blessing…

Some asked… why pluck a flower and offer to him as greet… how lucky is that flower… who will be dying on the lord's feet…

Some said, how you can talk about someone whom you have never seen… who won’t even help you when you are in trouble…

I might not have seen him… He is a passionate lover… and someone who wish to see him must be in love with him… Since the God… is not something that can fit into our pity logical, intelligence rim…

But he is the Paramatam… which can be felt… in every beat of my heart… in every breath that I take… and also every momo’s that I ate… Since he is the food which have made this human being…

Now talking about trouble… we talk about ours which are none… in front of everything through which the God have gone…

Why he takes trouble of taking Avatars… when we are filled with our material prosperities sinking in our own limiting useless thoughtful world…

We are living in our own world where the God has become someone from whom we ask but never in our wildest dreams we have thanked him for everything that we have…

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