By brother initiate Dilip Gautam, Kathmandu, Nepal (Originally in English)

Goodbye, January,
Greetings, February,
The wind is gently blowing the snow,
From every leaf of the tree,
To renew nature once again.
I forget my past,
To step into a bright future.

We were together in May,
And now we are oceans apart,
But oh, my dear Master,
I treasure
Sweet memories of You in my heart.

All the hatred, anger and disgrace
Were washed away last night,
With sweet drops of rain.
Oh, my dear friend, don't you feel
Today that love is all around?

The stars twinkle,
The moon smiles at me,
Nature showers its love,
When I think of my Master.

On a cold winter's morning,
The birds come out
To bask in the sunshine,
The squirrel plays on the ground,
But..., oh, my dear Master,
I secretly steal Your smile inside my heart...

With prayers and love to my dear Master

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