By : Shreyas Devaraj
I believe Man is no little thing
That, like a bird in spring,
Comes fluttering to the Light of Life,
And Sainath, out into the darkness of long death.
The Breath of ‘Parabrahman’ is in him,
And his age-long strife
With evil has a meaning and an end.
Though twilight dim his vision be,
Yet can he see Thy truth, Sainath –
And in the cool of evening Thou, his friend,
Dost walk with him, and talk
Did not the Word take flesh?
Of the great destiny Sainath
That awaits him and his race
In days that are to be.
By your grace Sainath can achieve great things,
And, on the wings of ‘Shradda’ in you,
Mount upward ever, higher and higher,
Until above the clouds of earth he stands
And stares Sai Baba in the face.