Saibaba...

Written by: RIMA ANIL.NAIK

Upon this earth when you descended,
Problems of people suddenly ended,
With your merciful hands vanished people’s sorrows,
Your love and support sent their pains to the gallows.

God, magician or a saint… Who were you?
“Saibaba” they lovingly named you.
King of kings , you lived in Dwarkamai..
No money or wealth could interest you Sai..

Devotee’s faith is all that you craved,
Which to you they lovingly gave,
Lucky are those who lived with you,
Fortunate enough to have served you…

My be or not I was one of them then…
Not sure when I will get the chance again…
Dear Baba, I pray to you this day…
Please give me a chance to serve you someway.

Keep you loving hands upon my head,
Forgive my sins and anything wrong I said,
Be by my side in times good and bad,
Make me smile when I am sad.

Oh my humble father, you are in air, land and water,
Accept the prayers and love of “Rima”—your loving daughter.