Ode To Kalachandi Vidyalankar (2) Poem by Santanu Banerjee

O sage of Bengal, in whose noble name,
The weary found their light, their voice, their flame,
Kalachand, to you we lift this song,
For in your heart, the truth of ages strong.

Beneath the banyan's shade, your wisdom spread,
To lift the lowly and the misled,
You broke the chains that caste had tightly bound,
And sowed equality where hate was found.

Your steps upon the earth, so soft, so sure,
Brought peace to those whom scorn could not endure.
You raised the women high, where they belong,
Their voices in your movement loud and long.

In every hut, where ignorance once reigned,
You brought the torch of knowledge, unchained,
To teach the hands that once could only toil,
And free the mind from superstition's soil.

You planted seeds of reason in the heart,
And in each life, you played a vital part.
The downtrodden rose up with heads held high,
Their eyes now gleaming with a clearer sky.

For you, O saint, the poor were rich with worth,
Their souls divine, as sacred as the earth.
You taught the meaning of a life well-lived,
In harmony, with hearts and hands to give.

Vaishnavism's gentle path you tread,
With love and peace where once despair was spread.
In every prayer, your teachings still arise,
And touch the stars beneath Bengal's skies.

You cleansed the body, purified the soul,
With health and hygiene as your noble goal.
You showed the masses how to live with grace,
In every act, the divine they could embrace.

No filth could stay where your clear vision shone,
No mind remained in darkness, all alone.
For through your words, like rivers running wide,
A world of truth and light would now abide.

The world you built with hands of kindness bold,
Still breathes through us, a tale forever told.
You made the lowly rise, the broken mend,
And showed us how our differences can blend.

With songs of Vaishnav purity and love,
You taught us all to seek the stars above,
To find our peace, in harmony divine,
And with each step, the world began to shine.

O Kalachandi, saint of sacred fame,
Your work, your words, forever bear your name.
In Bengal's heart, your legacy shall stay,
A beacon bright to guide us on our way.

For as you walked, the world grew wise and free,
Your soul a mirror of divinity.
We bow to you, O saint of humble birth,
Who taught us how to find our heaven on earth.

With every breath, your teachings still remain,
A whisper in the wind, a drop of rain.
O Lord, may your spirit guide,
And in our hearts, forevermore abide.