I mounted the horse gingerly,
Adjusting my boots and hat
The horse was colorful and enchanting.
I thought I would gallop past hills and vales
Filled with bright flowers that danced and swayed
All I could see was my garden;
With yellow dandelions and grass so green.
Along came Guru and Vaisnavas
Swinging the wand of MERCY
Singing the Mantra for Freedom
The rocking horse so shiny,
Transformed into a sturdy steed
With a lustrous mane and a powerful gait
First he trotted, then he ran, then he galloped
To a faraway land,
Filled with enchanting sights
I dared not breathe but held on tight
It was clear that he was headed for Krishnaland!
Had I not received such mercy
I would be still rocking
Not moving an inch I would be standing still
Such is the mercy of Guru and Vaisnavas,
Who accelerate our journey by leaps and bounds
Taking us to a land where peace abounds.
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