SPIRITUALISM
Abdul Rashid Bijapure
Away from the crowded shrine
in a cave-like monastery
Gajanan Maharaj spends his life
reading books and meditating
all the days, expecting one
the death anniversary of the saint.
The P.A. of the erstwhile queen
comes to the office pompously:
“I have the privilege, boys,
to get his Holiness’ blessings first
along with family and my friends.
Come to me in the moon…
all of you do come!”
The devotees’ foreheads touch
the bare feet of the revered sage.
With eyes closed he stands still
just like a bronze image.
The last one is our sceptic fool
who doesn’t throw himself
upon the seer’s sacred feet.
Bows the head with the folded hands.
Face to face with the revered one?!
Strangely, for the first time
the eighty-year-old holy man
opens the eyes
Stretches out his right arm
puts the palm with a pure smile
upon the head of the heretic.