Sai008. Sai Baba's Magic Touch Poem by Rajaram Ramachandran

SHIRDI SAI BABA

Strange are the ways of Saints,
Who're more enlightened Souls,
Than the ordinary type mortals,
Who don't think on similar lines.

In Sri Sakharam Maharaj's Mutt,
At Angaonkawad, two mango trees,
With full of mango fruits, were there,
Well known to Sai Baba earlier.

Bapusaheb Jog, the Mutt's devotee,
Plucked one mango from the tree,
To offer the same to Baba's feet,
But it wasn't then well ripe to eat.

He purchased two ripe mangoes
On the way to Shirdi, to place
At the feet of Sai Baba, the Saint,
And with him the raw one he kept.

When Sai Baba asked for the fruit,
From the tree, he had tasted its fruit,
He told that it was raw, not ripe yet,
So, two ripe mangoes he had brought.

Sai Baba laughed, but demanded it,
As it was more familiar to his taste,
And asked him to cut and distribute it,
To all those assembled on the spot.

Everyone found the fruit sweet,
And not sour, as they all thought,
With the Saint's magic touch,
It became an edible one as such.

All the devotees were surprised,
To see Sai Baba's divine hand,
That worked like a magic wand,
To turn bad ones good in our land.

One may call it a magic trick,
But not so, as one may think,
As it's the divine nature that acts
In obedience to Holy Saints' wishes.

If they command rain must come,
Then and there, rain comes in time.
If they say, rain must stop, it obeys,
Without much flooding, it stops.