Thakur Ramkrishna and Jessus Christ

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This story is based on “Parampurush Shree Ramkrishna” of Shree Achinta Kumar Sen Gupta.

In Jadu Mallick’s haven, one fleeting day,

Thakur Ramakrishna sat, stories held in sway,

Conversing with Jadu, his gaze then caught,

A picture framed, a scene that deeply wrought.

A mother’s tender arms, a child divine,

In her embrace, a sacred glow did shine,

The mother’s eyes held depths of boundless love,

While on the child’s face, innocence did rove.

“Who are they?” Thakur Ramakrishna inquired with grace,

“A lady and her son,” the answer in its place,

His eyes held steady, fixed on this display,

A luminous child in a serene array.

“Mary and Jesus,” the truth did unfold,

A vision ancient, a story untold,

Yashoda and Bal Gopal he remembered,

In the scene, a mystical essence found.

Later, in quest of more, Thakur Ramakrishna sought,

To Shambhu Mallik’s dwelling, his steps were brought,

Seeking tales of Jesus and his pure light,

The Bible’s verses, in his mind took flight.

Days moved on, and in an unexpected flow,

Thakur Ramakrishna’s path took an unfamiliar glow,

Within Jadu’s abode, an uncharted scheme,

Where Thakur Ramakrishna found an ethereal gleam.

“Mother, what are you showing?” His soul did cry,

The image alive, painting the sky,

A divine aura, a heavenly play,

Enveloped in grace, in that moment’s stay.

“Radiant child, your mother exudes grace,”

Words echoing divinity, in that sacred space,

Towards Shambhu Mallik, his yearning led,

The Bible’s wisdom, through his heart spread.

A mind now filled with revelations grand,

Thakur Ramakrishna journeyed to understand,

In a Christian home, for days he stayed,

Exploring the depths where faiths cascade.

One day, a revelation unfurled its might,

A figure appeared, radiant and bright,

Not a foreigner, but a presence pure,

A divine man, an essence to allure.

“Are you that supreme? Are you Christ divine?

Are you Krishna, in the tamal’s vine?”

In their embrace, they merged as one,

Dissolving into the cosmos, all was done.

“Everyone reads the Bible,” he spoke aloud,

But Jesus’s description, he found unbowed,

“No mention of his look,” the devotees claimed,

Yet visions through his mind had streamed.

His watch, they said, ticked in perfect line,

Yet, in divine’s time, a uniqueness did shine,

No match for the gaze, no sight aligned,

Only the truth in his heart enshrined.

A mingled tale of faiths, a blend so rare,

A pilgrimage through visions beyond compare,

Thakur Ramakrishna’s journey, a glimpse untamed,

In realms where souls and divinity merged.