To An Unknown Saint.... Poem by Prabhakar Srivastava

O my beloved master!
I miss you a lot
In the sufferings of life
In every terrible strife
I seek thy shelter
Like a child I whisper
Thy name with hope
Thou will throw a rope
Surely to tow me out
From so ferocious marsh
And shall make me thus
Shine brightly like stars
O my teacher! I can't be
Like thee in my life perhaps
For I fear from the misery
Thou face day and night
Nay, master I can't but fight
Just like you the pains of life
I can't care for name or fame
I can't care if some blame
But for me thou are my hero
Winning almost all strives
Walking on millions knives
Yet wear a soothing smile
Lose not patience for a while
Having so deep spiritual gist
In quarter some clinch the fist
And start boasting their knowledge
But thou living like a unknown sage
Among those who know not thee
Perhaps thou will go like a spy
Without letting anyone know
Who lived with them like them?
Because thou never want to glow
I just compose to let them know
In future they remember
That there lived a man
Born in so called low caste
Faced poverty like millions
Worked like a common man
Faced all problems and pains
Having no biological offspring
Surrounded by stupid brains
Tortured ever by life and fate
He became but Almighty's mate
Ever thought God as his mother
He talked with Her day and night
Yes, some took him to be mad
But bewildered too seeing might
For what he said became true
Leaving us with almost no clue
O master! I love you not
For so called miracles
That sometimes took place
In my life by thy grace
But for thy extreme simplicity
And thy extreme sense of pity
And thy childlike behavior
And thy thought of hiding thee
And living with people so silly
And never letting them know
That how enlightened thou are
Thy these virtues ever inspire me
To take thy shelter and be free