Most ordinary was he
As a student in a college
No one had any idea
What he would be
Having finished education
He looked for jobs
Finding none
Founded a school of his own
In some remote region
For solid seven years
Many knew not his whereabouts
What books he read
What poojas he performed
What tapas he did
What austerities he maintained
It was all unknown
Lo and behold! One fine day
He emerged a Bhagwan
It's no fiction, all of it a fact
I tell this story to impress on everybody
That God is waiting in us to manifest
A statue is hidden in every rock
What is needed is a chisel
To remove the unrequired stone
(Hyderabad) (September 10. '09)
The message there you chisel out beautifully in the ending lines Sakunthala...a poem strucure declaring the creative greatness of the Omnipotent...thanks...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very nice to go through..........a truth brought in..............