Poetry Archive

Your Mercy

Before I had the luck or as I see it now Your Mercy came down on me like the star‑light penetrating through the encircling gloom I little knew what form to meditate. The gods

His Children

Our wonderful Lord is so great There is none whom He will hate By following Him, we His children Shall surely prosper in life’s long run. His powers are so great His word makes

The Hills of Puttaparthi

1. The Hills of Puttaparthi Grey, rugged, stately, they stand, timeless, and serene: The morning sun turns them into a slate-blue wall, And in the soft rays of the setting sun, they glow With

The Birth of our Beloved

Before Kali Yuga [Iron Age] started, sweet Lord Krishna oft proclaimed “To this Earth again will I be born, when it is steeped in shame”. And thus it was so written, ‘pon the Gita’s

“To My Fellow Pilgrims”

Have you heard our Baba speak? Have you heard our Baba speak At public meetings anywhere? He never calls it speech; Nor will you name it so! He does not raise His voice, harangue,

Baba is the Breath of My Life

The world is a big theatre where the sky is the roof of lights Big and small. The Earth is carpeted green dotted with colors And all the lives in the sea, in the

Spiritualism

It’s an open door where others close, A smiling face that says He knows, A peacefulness that draws you near, An open heart and a listening ear. It’s a brilliant star from a long-lost

To Our Dearest Lord Sai on His 96th Birthday

Almost half a century ago, Lord Sai entered our lives, lives of all, What a sweet change swept over us! From mundane to sublime! Lost in a dark and dull slumber that must have

Birthday Bells

Hark! The Parthi Bells are ringing Echoing o’er land and sea and sky! The Sun is hurrying up the hills Lest He be late with Light; The stars—they linger in the sky They’d rather

      My Joy in Finding Lord Sai

Life in this planet earth, a tiny dot in this vast racing galaxy, This galaxy one of so many, too numerous to be counted, This astronomical depth and width, a mystery to comprehend, This

A Bird on the Tree

Beneath the blue sky, the floating white clouds, a bird flew, Paused for a moment, fluttered its wings, sat atop the branch, The topmost branch of the cherry tree, sat alone in silence, It

Easwaramma—A Homage

The Lord said in the Gita: ‘In every age when this Earth Is dominated by sin And evil prevails. I descend on Earth To redeem humanity. However, while descending Even the Lord has to