A Rose for the Lord

When the bud was born
In the daylight morn
The bud opened a bit
To see the world around it.

It was a rose
In such repose
It shone too bright
In the lovely sunlight.

Bathed in the sunshine
True happiness was the sign
Petals were like red dipped in milk.
They were smooth and soft as silk.

I went to it and it smiled at me
For it knew it was going to Thee!
It did not let a thorn prick me
It smiled and said: “I’m for Sai.”

The Lord took it; the air was full of fragrant smell
The heart of the little rose beat loud as a bell.
I took padanamaskar
With the rose samskar.

~D. Sai Bindu (9 years),
(Class 5, Vidyagiri)
(Poem offered to Swami on 27‑7‑89 at darshan)
Source: Sanathana sarathi, Aug. 1989