Poetry Archive

Beloved Baba, take my hand As I hold it up to you; Dispel the cloud of Maya Which obscures you from view. My haughty Self and You are One Which in my heart I

Baba, please do light my path So that I may not stumble And complete my journey to the last, Without a groan or grumble. Baba, please grant me the sight, To see my real

I start this Prayer to Sri Ganesha, who keeps us from all harm and sin: Dear Ganesha, Sri Ganesha, bless this Journey we begin. Sweet Ganesha. Sai Ganesha, Lead us to Lord Sai our

With just three more days to celebrate the advent of Sai Avatar, My memory recalls the joyous day of His glorious, divine form, The multitude of eager devotees who came in droves to attend,

Seated in the garden in the summer months, a cherished time, On a chair strong and sturdy, made of steel and sedately white, After a short walk of ten and five minutes, a welcome

Almost half a century ago, in the midst of my earthly life was a call, That persisted doggedly causing an uneasiness in my monotony, I listened, listened intently with rapt attention, an ethereal call,

In the wide-open frontier That I Am a hint of vastness embraces me From a balcony in the heavens Sai Avatar surveys His luminous creation Winged worlds Spiraling galaxies Timeless superluminal light years orbit

Here is another poem by Kanaga Ranganthan, who recollects her response to the Sai call to His devotees, and how in just one darshan her life was changed forever as He came near her,

To Thee, dear Lord of all creation, I surrender all my fears and hopes, In my struggle for sanity in times of tragic tales and torrential tears, I see Thy smiling face sending forth

In a personal interview with Bhagavan Baba in 1979, the author told Him that she wrote poems occasionally to pour out her love for Him. Swami blessed her and said, “Write more poems on

Let me pray at Thy feet For, here are love, bliss and benevolence; Let me learn at Thy feet For, here are truth, knowledge, and prudence. Let me ail at Thy feet For, here

To me Baba is everything; I am but an insignificant thing; I write because He holds my pen; He alone sings and teaches all men. I echo when He sings or talks; I am