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
This blog will have poems of Advaita Vedanta