My Dear Brother

So many children have come to Her banks

Discarding their cloth in Her waters

Leaving behind all virtue and sin

My dear brother...

Now you will do the same

Draped in robes of fire

How will you feel walking back upon dry sand?

There upon your heart

Mother Shyama's lotus feet shall reside

Along with the knowledge of those that have gone before you

Rampriya only asks

To make some room for him