Gour Netai Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

Holding the hands
The mind rising in unison
With Gour Netai,
I hearing the dance beat
Of the kirtanias,
Clapping, dancing and singing
And Gour Netai going,
Going,
Passing by the village ways
And the people,
Village people and folks lined
To hear,
Hear the kirtana,
To see,
See the kirtanias
Singing, dancing and clapping
On the ways
And passing.
I looking up to Gour Netai.

Holding the hands
Overhead,
i still,
Still get remembered,
Remembered of Gour Netai
Singing, dancing and clapping
At the drum beat,
Doing the Krishnalila, Premlila,
Showing the Anandarupa
And going,
Passing by the streets,
Soiled obscure country ways
And the folks,
Country folks lined,
Lined to see,
See the kirtana party passing,
Passing
And Gour Netai singing,
Singing, clapping and dancing
In Ananda.

Gour Netai,
Jai Gour Netail,
Chaitanya Mahaprabhu ki jai,
And when open I the eyes
After holding the hands above
I find him
In my dream sequence
Gour Netai
Standing as an art-piece, an idol
Outside the house of the devotee,
The Mahaprabhu terracotta temple
Of the olden days
Visible to my eyes
Or getting remembered of.