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Beaten Rice, Boundless Grace

 Once they were friends, adored each other

Drifted apart as one rose much higher 

And the other remained, a dutiful villager; 

But he never would forget the times together.

But as the days wore on, not much was left 

And the villager decided to meet his old friend

But along with that, he was sent with a quest; 

To ask for some help, and some money to lend.

And so he left, with nothing but some beaten rice; 

Oh, how worried he was; that wasn't enough 

But it's all they had; and it's all his friend liked;

It had to be done, although it seemed rough.

And after a long journey, he finally reached - 

The King (his friend) was delighted; a surprise greet!

Overwhelmed with joy, the poor villager forgot his intentions, 

As they reminisced their pasts; oh, what fun! 

But the King noticed the little bag packed with beaten rice, 

And innocently asked his friend what it was. 

With a flash of memory, the villager presented the rice, 

As a gift, but didn't bring himself to ask what he must. 

But the King seemed to notice, and he blessed his friend, 

Sent him away with nothing; that made him grief-stricken, 

But when the villager went back to his home; 

The hut he had left had become a palacial dome.  

No matter the distance, no matter how far apart, 

A true friend will always remember you in their heart. 

And Lord Krishna didn't give only because Suddhama was in need; 

He gave, because of his true Bhakti. 

Once they were friends, adored each other, 

Still they are friends - loyal and caring forever.


Comments

  1. T.SrinivasanDecember 17, 2025 at 6:49 PM

    Excellent write up on Kuchelar's day of meeting Lord Krishna ( Today; margazhi first Wednesday) Keep it up. All the Best.

    Babu Thatha

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  2. AnonymousDecember 17, 2025 at 7:01 PM

    Fantastic story written by u dear Shriyan and also to day is important day to ur Kathai nayagan. Keep it up dear. God will always with u in all ur activities. Best of luck Anbudan Viji Patti

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  3. AnonymousDecember 17, 2025 at 7:14 PM

    God Bless you always abundantly dear Shriyan !!

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  4. T.SrinivasanDecember 17, 2025 at 10:24 PM

    True Friendship story is Krishna Sudhama story. Your poem on them and ending about Sudhama's Bhakthi and loyalty in friendship for ever is true friendship is a valuable message.
    May Guruvayoor Appan bless you Shriyandhaa with Aayul Arokiyam Sowkiyam

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  5. AnonymousDecember 17, 2025 at 10:49 PM

    True love always win. Bakthi is the other form of love with dedication. You have given a great message at the end of the poem. 👍👏💐💐

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