Awakening Beyond the Horizon

In the sacred realms of time, where epochs meet,

A beacon of wisdom, in silence, takes its seat.

Vivekananda's birthday, a celestial morn,

A symphony of truths, a soul reborn.

In the tapestry of existence, his story unfolds,

A sage, a seer, whose words eternity holds.

Born of the Ganges, the holy river's embrace,

In Kolkata's soil, divine grace finds its space.

His eyes, like stars, pierced through the night,

In the quest for truth, he sought the light.

Narendranath, a seeker from the East,

Embarked on a journey, a spiritual feast.

On the shores of Chicago, in eighteen ninety-three,

Vivekananda spoke, his spirit flying free.

"Sisters and brothers of America," he addressed,

A herald of unity, in diversity dressed.

With words that echoed from ancient sages' lore,

He beckoned humanity to seek something more.

"Arise, awake!" a clarion call he raised,

The dormant souls, from slumber, phased.

A saffron robe draped in the colors of dawn,

Vivekananda walked, his purpose drawn.

Through the Himalayan heights, and the plains below,

His teachings like rivers, in wisdom, would flow.

In the stillness of meditation, he found the key,

Unlocking the doors to the soul's vast sea.

Bhakti, Jnana, and Karma intertwined,

A trinity of paths, to the divine assigned.

Service to humanity, a sacred decree,

For in every being, the divine he could see.

Education, compassion, and selfless might,

The pillars of a world bathed in spiritual light.

On this auspicious day, with the sun's golden kiss,

We honor the sage, the harbinger of bliss.

Vivekananda's legacy, a flame undying,

In hearts and minds, forever multiplying.

In the tapestry of time, his words resonate,

A guide for seekers, at destiny's gate.

Awakening beyond the horizon's gleam,

Vivekananda's vision, a timeless dream.