The Sacred Tree Poem by DEEPAK KUMAR PATTANAYAK

The sacred tree speaks a lot;
While speaking, chooses dwelling in the glory of the past,
Of sun above shining beneath a blue sky,
And of sun below shining beneath a green sky,
Over the roof of and within my hermitage,
Of leaves- green, shiny and heavenly.

Drenched with morning's first light,
And drenched with morning's first melody,
Pouring forth, probably, from Heaven up above,
Sleepily awake from sacred slumber,
To see the light shining and glowing into flames.

What a joy! Oh, what a bliss!
For I saw Him, my Heavenly king and His glorious face,
Seemed descended from the celestial heavens to this holy place,
Looked awesome, serene and beautiful.

Seated on the coarse surface of earth,
Where I have been standing for centuries,
I remember not, how many births passed by,
Longing to see Him in my lap for ages,
And now finding Him in my lap....

Wished to offer prayer to Him,
Dear Saviour, I am a ''neem tree'',
The life of which, gifted by thee,
Thou for years hast sheltered me,
Here, in Shirdi, the holy place of Heaven.

Me thou blessed to live nearby thy kingdom;
To see thy glorious face,
And sit and worship thy feet,
And bow my head upon thy knee,
And live upon thy love alone.

Yet bless me more and more,
My Lord 'Sai', I pray,
For my bitterness be turned into sweetness,
By the holy touch of thy feet,
And nectar of life I may become.

For all who come to my holy place,
And meditate on thy glorious face,
Seen years back as the sun of shirdi,
Beneath a green sky, shining and shining......!