Chapter 7 (Part 13) – Scribblings of A Shirdi Sai Devotee

This is part 13 of Chapter 7 of the divine book “Scribblings of A Shirdi Sai Devotee” written by an ardent and staunch devotee Shri Suresh Chandra Gupta ji from New Delhi.

Devotee readers who have missed earlier chapters can read from the links below.

25. The Song I Sing

My songs may not contain
High sounding words and phrases
But these certainly are the outpourings
Of a longing heart
Fascinated by the love
Of its Master –
Sai the unique Saint of Shirdi
How else
Could the strains of these songs
Touch the cords of my heart
And fill my eyes with tears
Of love and joy
Make the hairs on my body
Stand erect
And shed the splendour of Sai
From its every pore

Come, Come! O” my fellow devotees
Let us all join together
In singing the praises of His
Who danced on
The pot-holed floor
Of Dwarkamayee in flesh and blood
Shedding celestial bliss
Which still pervades its air
And draws innumerable
To experience its vibrations.

26. Installation of Baba’s Idol at Lodi Road Temple

The day was Wednesday
The month was October
The year was Neneteen seventy six
The ‘tithi’ was Vijai Dashmi
The time was around Twelve forenoon
The mother nature was at its pleasant best
Sweet breeze was blowing
The sun was shinning in full splendour
All the Gods in Heaven had condescended to be present
On the most auspicious occasion
Of the unveiling of the idol
Of Him whom even the God sing praises,
The Saint of Shirdi
Samarth Sadguru Satchitanand
Shri Sai Baba
Who in His Benign Magnificent Mercy
Had agreed to descend on earth
In the newly built temple
At Lodi Road, New Delhi

At the appointed time
A few scores of His devotees
Assembled outside the temple premises
With an earthern pitcher full of waters
From several sacred rivers
And each lending his hand to the pitcher
His lips chanting full throatedly in chorus
“Sat-chitanand Sadguru Shree Sai Nath Maharaj Ki Jai”
Ascending the steps into the temple hall the pitcher was carried
Up to the rostrum
On which sat Sai in Marble
Wrapped in a white sheet.
Is the pitcher was emptied on its head
And as the cloth removed
Many a heart throbbed
The pure white shinning marble idol
Became the wondrous living saint of Shirdi
The Glorious Benevolent Self that He was
While in flesh and blood
Full of compassion in His eyes
And a benign sweet simle of concern
For devotees on His lips
A celestial sight indeed
Baba’s ‘Jay Jay Kars’ rented the air.
Suddenly a heart piercing shriek arose from the crowd
All eyes turned, towards it
To find a devotees heart over flowing with bliss
Unable to contain the glorious divine sight infront
And the ‘Kripa’ of His Baba
And bursted into an incessant flow of tears
Rolling down profusely from his eyes
The dream of many yester years
Stood materialized
‘Sai – The Samartha’ had come to North
From His abode beyond the Vindhyas
A celestial sight indeed!

Continued…Chapter 7 Part 14

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