19. Surgery Poem

2/28/19 During Surgery

A brahmin thread is tied on his wrist
A gift from Sri Govinda's broad chest
"Keep him protected.. Hold him gentle."
As they manipulate the material elements.

He was peaceful, equipoised, totally calm,
I kept waiting for his anxiety or upset.
"No, I'm totally fine, don't worry, Mom."
Inner strength on the hospital bed.

A cotton gown, closed and snapped,
A thin foam mattress on wheels,
Bright lights in stylish lanterns wrapped,
The whole place is quite surreal.

The best of facilities all around,
Dr. Angela Price is the neurosurgeon,
One of the top 5 in this town,
Brisk, confident, she strides in.

The surgical team explains every detail,
The where's, the why's, and the how's,
The possible wins and possible fails.
Moving the brain pieces, lotta wows.

Minds comforted, its a logical start,
Both he and I breathe sighs of relief,
But the real Doctor protects from in his heart,
Removing all fear and there's been no grief!

He has his cell phone, charged it all night,
Asking for his "great-grandfather's" song,
Srila Prabhupada's voice bringing light,
Nurses agreed, took the singing phone along.

Time to go now. They unhook the gurney,
Wait! Sri Nrsimha! His kavacha I must say!
Hands on his head, I pray for this journey,
Dear Lord, let her hands not slip or stray.

Powerful Vaishnavas are showing affection,
Prabhupada's right hand men are calling,
Auspiciousness is in all directions,
There really is no need for bawling.

As the sedative starts, his eyes close,
This moms heart skips a beat,
This smart boy of 15 is my life and soul.
Oh mind, take shelter of Shyam's lotus feet.

They wheel him away, he's gone for now,
6 hours with updates every hour,
We're fortunate you're all with us somehow,
Giving us your spiritual power.

Abhayam Abhayam Armani bhuyistha
Om namo bhagavate maha-narasimhaya
Raksha raksha hum phat
Om svāhā