This is part 3 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.
Devotee readers who have missed earlier chapters can read from the links below.
5. What A Fallacy It Is?
Standing afar, Sai is calling me
Says he:
“I am hungry O’ my child!
Could you put two ‘chappatis’ in my ‘jholi’
If available, pour some ‘dal’ too in my ‘tumrel’
Eating rich foods of different varieties
In utensils of gold and silver
I am fed up
I haven’t forgetten the taste of those plain ‘Chappatis’
Which the poor women fold of Shirdi
Would put in my ‘Jholi’
The sweet taste of those ‘Chappatis’
Mixed with their affection
Is still lingering within me
And I am yearning for the same.
The devotees of today have snatched away
Even my ‘Jholi and tumrel’ from Me,
vAnd have wrapped Me in clothes
Laden with gold and silver.
I am unable tobear this burden
I, an unassuming Fakir,
Used to waring a torn ‘Kafni’
Have been fastened in chains of Gold and Silver,
I narrate to you My tale of woe today
Couldn’t I avail of these luxuries in My lifetime?
I didn’t even cast a glance at these
And these persons claim to be my devotees
Of knowing me full well
What all dramas do they not enact in my name?
And adopt high sounding tiltes for themselves
Little realizing that Sai is watching all their actions.
Big palatial buildings
Smeared with the blood and toil of the pooor
Are being raised all around
For installing My Idol sitting on a rugged stone
In the hope that by doing so
They shall please Me
And I shall fill their coffers
With still more wealths
And satisfy their never ending desire to acquire more.
I too often meet their demands
Knowing full well that by doing so,
They shall sink deeper in the abysmal pit
In the hope that some day
They shall raise themselves
To the stature of a true devotee
And ask from me that
Which I want to give to them
A little bit from the ‘Tresury’ I hold
Whosoever experiences an iota of My Grace
Towards whom in my generosity
I throw even a few glittering stones
Taking them as diamonds
They start commercialising in My name
Engaging themselves in trades of sorts
Some get themselves installed
On the throne of gurudom
Some assume the role of literatures
Some others assume the title of Sangeet Samrats
By singing a few songs
And that too for money’s sake
Forgetting how could a person calling himself
The devotee of a Fakir
Ever become an emperor in His name
If he could be a mere Fakir
Who in actual fact is
The emperor of emperors
The ‘Shahanshah of Shahanshahs’
Today’s man has forgotten
His Sai
Who always lived in poverty
But who in every possible way
Endeavored to wipe off the tears
Of the hapless and the poor.
Watching the man of today
Engaged in the rat race of making a show of his ‘Bhakti’
In words and deeds
I feel a deep agony within me
Peole call me Sai Samarth
But are not prepared to take a lesson
From my life lived on earth,
What a fallacy it is !!
I merely yearn for the affection of my devotees
And wish to share with them
The great treasures I hold
But these fools have got lost in the dazzle of name and fame
Having themselves lost the way
Mislead others
Just think of those devotees of mine
Who have surrendered their heart and soul to me,
On my assurance
What shall their feelings be?
I have no objection whatsoever
To somebody calling himself a Guru
To their becoming literateurs, songsters, masters’ of temples
I would, however, like
That they should raise themselves about all such temptations
First know my real swaroop
And then only make others know Me
Collect the gems hidden therin
And then only start distributing them to others.
If remaining half baked themselves
They assume these high sounding titles
People will only give me a bad name
Saying that devotees of Sai take to him
To obtain merely material benefits of life.
People within your own self and feel
Shall they be away from truth?
O’ my devotees!
Before assuming the mantle of being called my ‘Bhakta’
Look within your own self, and determine
Is it not merely your thus claiming?
Have you been able to surrender to me
Your Heart and soul?
If not, your claim to be a devotee
Is merely an hollow assertion
Neither shall you be able to attain God nor Godhood.
Arise, awake and fasten your belts
There still is time left
Surrender to me your heart and soul
Your knowledge, your intellect and all your actions
And call your Sai with a loving heart
He shall come running to you.
6. Realm of Ecstasy
When my physical frame is at complete rest
And the mind tranquil
The soul within experiences
A celestial bliss
And exuberates abounding love
Capable of engulfing the whole universe.
In those moments of ecstasy,
You ‘O’ my Baba!
Stealthily enter the portals of my heart
And provide it an immortal joy
The feeling of oneness with you.
In those blissful moments
Nothing but ‘I’ and ‘You’ remains
And share the bliss within.
‘O’ my Baba!
Take me more often to this realm of ecstasy
So that the ‘I’ in me stops bothering me
Leaving me unaffected
By all that is happening outside me
Good or bad
And I remain in this world
Yet away from it
Totally immersed in you.
Continued…Chapter 7 Part 3
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