RAMANA MAHARISHI
If there was one person
Who was a Supervisor,
As well as a musician,
It was Ramaswami Iyer.
In Public works he worked
And was in the music world
Singing, in public, songs
And composing many songs.
One day, with his assistant,
To meet Ramana, he went.
On return, his assistant
Passed a bad comment.
"After climbing the hill
With all pains and will,
Seeing this boy is just
I feel it, a mere waste."
With a boy almost naked,
He was not much impressed.
Against his talk like this
Iyer had different views.
Iyer composed two songs,
In Carnatic style, in praise
Of Maharishi, a living God,
What it was, deep in his mind.
He dropped his assistant
During his next visit
And went alone to meet
Young Ramana, in private.
Iyer had a digestion problem,
Not cured for very long time,
A pancake Ramana gave him
It got digested in no time.
Freed from this trouble,
Iyer took it as a miracle,
On reaching his house,
He told this to his spouse.
Much impressed Iyer was,
On seeing Ramana's face,
And the look of his eyes,
Showing full of kindness,
He was a Maharishi, born to bless
God's every purposeful creation
And he came as God incarnation.
To liberate every living soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem