To The Master Poem by Prabhakar Srivastava
To The Master
O great saint with an amazing soul!
Wandering just like a common man
As a diamond hidden among but coals
Enlightening all as many as thou can
Thy pain, problems and pinching strife
Brought thee up and gave thee this height
Ever toiling like an ox throughout thy life
Still so surprisingly secured Godly light
Some lovers find in thee a glimpse of God
The severest penance yet a heart so broad
They say God doesn't deny your prayers
They say sometimes thus incarnate seers
O master! Thou pay for thy lovers' sins
Thy prayers turn their swords into pins
I am dedicating this sonnet to one of such saints who chose to live like a common man in a family struggling like common souls yet achieved godly enlightenment and inspiring lives of many men and women who come in his contact just spending an unknown life for he wants neither name nor fame just praying for the welfare of all.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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