Poetry Archive

I saw A Man… His Voice was sweet, like Nectar, (When it flows!) And, when He spoke, the words fell, soft, Like dew‑drops on a Rose; His step was firm where’er He walked… His

In the darkness of the misty morn Rise silent prayers from a waiting crowd, Each, in the solitude of his own thoughts, Waits and watches. The sun hath not risen yet, The mist still

In Dharmakshetra… Kurukshetra Arjuna had a Sarathi! He was such a master Sarathi That He won the war for him! He held the reins of all the horses He helped his arrows to find

There is a wise gardener: Hair of early morning spider’s webs. Skin of rainbow dewdrops. Hands of sun‑kissed butterfly wings. Eyes of newborn suns. Limbs of love, Nose of rose. Heart of the singing

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

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

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

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

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,

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

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

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