Deepawali
In the narrow muddy streets
As the sun was about to set
The tiny hamlet was soon envoloped in darkness
The simple oil vendors stumbled about in ignorance
In this extreme darkness a fakir walked the streets
His face shone like the bright moon on a cloudless sky
He walked at a steady pace towards the mud walled Mosque
Many simple and confused souls followed him in the dark
Two drops of oil alone remained in the small tumbler
Many were the lamps to be lit to show the way to everyone
Water mixed with this oil the Fakir consumed
Once again with water the tumbler was filled
Those in darkness watched utterly amazed
For to fill the earthen lamps this water was used
Suddenly several earthan lamps shone brightly
Like several stars with the moon in the night sky
The simple souls were standing in a daze
To the Fakir's beautiful face they turned their gaze
Lamps of dispassion, devotion and knowledge were lit
Ego,ignorance,arrogance and illusion took to their heals and split!
It was as Deepavali, the festival of lights
Everyone worshipped the fakir to their heart's delight
The formless all encompassing ancient being
Had taken the form of a fakir to show the way
--Dedicated to the lotus feet of the Sadguru
||Shree Satchitananda Sadguru Sainath Maharaj Ki Jai||
Bow to Shree Sai! Peace be to all!
Comments
Beautiful poem capturing the true spirit of Deepavali. Wishing you and your parents Happy Deepavali...
Jai Sairam
Meena.
Thank you so much. Wishing you and everyone at home a very happy Deepavali :)
Jai Sairam
Sharath