SHIRDI KE SAI BABA
A. Satyavathi
A Fakir,
Omniscient, Omnipresent,
Wearing only a torn garb,
but proclaimed a King
by generations of devotees
King of Kings
sitting on that everlasting throne,
Just a stone.
Just a stone but
what beauty
of unparalled Divinity
Surrounds it.
The stone and the everlasting Neem,
the tree under which
you sat
The holy fire
kept burning
to burn for ever.
The healing ash
and above all
thine holy form
in all minds,
a majestic saga of
Beauty Divine.