By: Zarine Taraporevala
Baba!
Make my heart the temple of your worship
Slowly rising strains of Veena
Ringing therein
May sing your praises
And the skies be filled with your pure divine light
You be sitting on the stone, smiling,
Oozing out the fragrance of ‘Neel Padam’ (Blue colored lotus)
The chorus of ‘Sai Sai’ flowing in low tones
In this atmosphere of absolute silence
My Aatma be lost in you,
And my ego standing at the door of the heart
May feel nervous
In those moments of ecstasy
Allow not my ego to come near me
If somehow it managed to enter within me
My ‘Sadhana’ of life after life will come to naught
And you shall have to labor on me again
I have lost all count of the time
Desires dare not come near me
And a feeling craves within me
As if nothing is left to desire!
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