By: Sai Raghu
If I were the slippers of the feet of yours, O’ Baba
How fortunate would have I been!
The slippers made from the skin of my body,
Would have provided comfort to your feet,
Protected them from pebbles, thorns, and stones lying scattered on the path,
And my coming into the world would have adequately been justified.
If my body could not serve you, while living on earth
Mattered little, if my skin had served you and provided you relief
My soul in heavens would have smiled on its good fortune.
Lying on the steps of Dwarkamai the whole night
The slippers would have been gazing at you,
You’re sleeping with Mahalsapati and Tatya,
You cutting jokes and you jesting with them
And I would have kept on watching, what all you did the whole night,
While going for begging, I would have provided splendor to your feet
Kept on assessing the depth of heart of those devotees
Who became blessed and immortal for all times to come,
By putting one or two chapatis in your Jholi.
Kept on watching day after day, your deeds,
Your leelas in the Dwarkamai for Sixty long years,
Cutting jokes with your devotees,
Sharing of food offered as bhiksha
With devotees along with dogs, cats, crows and birds,
And watched the hand raised for cutting the neck of the goat
By Kaka Saheb Dixit at your command
And carried the feeling of jealousy on his self-surrender
Would have been the spectator of all incidents
Which have formed part of Shri Sai Satcharitra
As also those which have remained unknown and unsung
And of which the spectators were illiterate villagers only.
May be these slippers had found a place in the museum at Shirdi
And on which innumerable devotees of yours
Would have yearned to place their heads on today.
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