Ode to Gulab Jamun
‘Tis the season to be jolly
Music, dance, sweets, and dolls
Balls of calories nicely fried
Help! deep in the hot oil, they cried.
A holey spoon is dipped in the oil,
unaffected by the nonstick coat, the spoon,
compassionately picked them,
dropped in the sugar syrup
Left them to immerse in the nectar
Restless jamuns bob up and down,
wanting to run around the city and town
In that process, some may brake down
while others soak patiently until dawn
Fried balls are the jivas in the oil of samsara
Holy Guru takes them out of the notion of samsara
Knowledge of oneness is the three-string sugar syrup
Soaking in it, are the sweet Gulab Jamuns!
Vedanta Dindima Class- 1
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