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27. Have You Changed O’ Baba
Baba! You were born in poverty
And when your physical frame left the world
You were poor.
Why then these huge mansions
Coming up all around in your name
The precious robes and ornaments being offered to you
Do you really have anything to do with these?
If in consonance with the modern day world
You too have changed.
And leaving behind your old and worn out ‘Kafni’
Have taken to gold and silver studded robes.
Giving up that old and dilapidated ‘Dwarkamayee’
Where snakes and scorpions lived along with you
And tormented you,
Have decided to make
These palatial mansions
Baba! If with my incomplete and meager bhakti
I have known you even a little
Have come even a bit near about you
Even the harbouring of such a thought
Shall be entirely away from the truth.
According to what I have understood
Your recognition as Sai
Iis your old and torn Kafni
Sitting on a hilly rock wearing which
Looking at your devotees with eyes full of compassion
Is your real Swaroop.
Haven’t we changed this too?
And annihilated your real Swaroop?
But you had stated.
“I am the all powerful entity
Living in every atom of existence”.
Then is this drama being enacted
Without your will?
I am not criticizing anybody
In a child like manner
I am merely asking you
I seek pardon from you and your devotees.
Either you chane my view of looking at facts
Or else stop this drama being played
Whether you have changed or not
You alone know
But with folded hands I implore you
To let your image sitting on stone
Remain ingrained on the tablet of my guileless heart
Which has become the most precious acquisition
Of my life.
28. My First Visit to Shirdi
What a wonderful experience was it this morning
When I relieved my first journey to Shirdi.
Getting down at Manmad Junction
On a pleasant Sun bathed winter morning
The porter taking me railway overbridge
To catch the bus for Shirdi.
In the buspeople talked
Of sansthan having been taken over by the government
For irregularities in management of funds.
A big jolt my devotee heart got
Could any defalcate with Baba’s funds?
It was beyond my imagination
The crossing of Godavari River.
I vividly remember the scene
Still fresh and vibrant in my mind
My alighting from the bus just opposite to Sansthan’s office
Allotment of the roon on the Second floor
Of the newly constructed building
Taking bath in the public bathrooms
With unbearable hot water
And finally entering the portals of the temple with puja thali in hands
O’ what a bliss, what a joy, what a soul stirring experience it was!
As if all the joys of heavne had descended on earth
Torrential tears of joy raining from eyes.
I was face to face with the one
Whom the soul has been seeking from birth to birth
No words, no thoughts, no amount of descriptive power.
Can portray Him who provided the joy sublime to my soul.
Noon arti started soon
If these eyes have ever seen bliss
Raining from the Heavens
It was here, it was here, it was here
And my whole being was submerged in it.
Continued…Chapter 7 Part 15
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