The orange colour, anywhere in the globe,
Reminds me of Your orange robe.
The black sketch over the icy moon,
Resembles Your crown of curly hair, very soon.
The dazzling rainbow over the monsoon sky,
Reflects Your blissful smile, it's not a lie.
The glittering stars filling the night space,
Retire my thoughts on Your charming face.
The tender lotuses, dancing in a pond,
Retrieve the touch of Your holy feet, a unique bond.
Dearest Mother Sai, what have You done to me?
For I can see You, in every leaf of this worldly tree.
Swami, Your every act has blossomed into a flower,
That adorns my heart, remaining etched forever.
~ Raja Sekhar Ganta ~
(From his book "108 Heart Beats")
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