The Saint of Shirdi

 

                  

                    

                                         

                                                     

1.          He viewed Masjid and Mandir as one

      He treated all religions and creeds as same     

      He lived as a mendicant and craved not fame

      He is above all desires, meditating on Brahman

      To bring unity among all religions, his life’s mission;  

      His equanimity wiped out all distinctions

      He cared not divisions and shallow proscriptions.

      Ever absorbed in penance under the neem tree

      He experienced supreme bliss unattached and free.    

            

2.             No costly possessions and jewels he had

         Except a begging bowl, a clay pipe and a staff

    Though branding as a mad fakir, people laugh

    He wandered in the jungle in torn clothes clad

    Unaffected by people’s views, he seemed ever glad.

    But some devotees noticed his divine glow

    Detached from worldly things, on his radiant brow

    A young lad of sixteen ever engaged in penance

    They asked him his name and came from whence.

 

3.       A mysterious smile they got in response and none

   Knew about his parents and his native place

   He came with a bridal group after a few days

   The temple priest welcomed him as “Sai” and everyone

   Called him by same name; to stay in the mosque, none

   Objected; he lived in the mosque, though too old

   He stayed there unmoved by rain or winter cold.

   With his presence, became holy, his dwelling place

   On all people who came, he showered his grace.

 

4.      He lit lamps which glowed throughout the night

  He cured people with the ash of sacred fire

  With his holy chants, devotion he did inspire

  Among saints, he was praised as a rare diamond bright;

  Though he seemed simple, he meditated on divine light;

  He renovated surrounding shrines at his own expense;

  He cooked food and himself served with love intense.

  He gave sage advice to help people in need

  To their prayers he responded with speed. 

 

5.     He called himself as a humble servant of the Lord;

 Though people gave him precious things with respect

 He gave away all to his devotees and nothing he kept;   

 As mighty God, devotees treated him with regard

 He deemed himself as a servant of God;

 By his holy touch all maladies he did cure

 He showed no distinction between the rich and the poor

 When devotees fed animals and birds, happy he felt

 To share his food from his vessel, even animals he let. 

 

6.     He treated all creatures alike with loving care

He made people give up their vices and lead

A virtuous life, and he fulfilled their needs;

He took care of his devotees everywhere.

The ailments of his devotees he gladly did bear

He drew his devotees even from seven seas

He blessed and gave them blessings and peace.

His miracles supreme never did he reveal

But to help his devotees and their sufferings heal.

 

7.    As omniscient Brahman he knew everyone’s thoughts

Their past, present and future, even of birds and beasts

The sick, suffering, restless tiger looked at his feet

And got quick Liberation too; so many people sought

His grace to get relief from their troubles; he taught

Religious tolerance, fortitude and trust

He stressed total surrender to Guru, a must.

He fostered devotion and true spirit of service

He preached peaceful co-existence without malice.

 

8.    God Himself came down to uplift people in deed 

A true incarnation of Dutta, the mystic recluse;

Shirdi, a tiny village, God Himself did choose

To help and guide devotees from selfish greed

And save them from adversity whenever they need.

All forms of God manifested in him, they found

Despite all powers, he begged food from houses around.

As a crest jewel among saints, acknowledged by all

Transcending all bounds he responded to people’s call.

 

9.    Irrespective of religion, caste and creed

     He assured protection that he would save

    And shower his blessings even from his grave;

    Constant remembrance of Sai, enough to lead

    People to get guidance and help with speed;

    No complicated rituals and chants with costly things 

    Remembrance of his name enough-his mercy brings.  

    He himself served his guru with steadfast care

    For twelve years-- of his surroundings unaware.

 

10.  His advice when followed gave people fruitful gain

       His words and stories with meaning profound

       Right proper solutions in them, people found

       Though some tested his worth with false pride vain

       They were humbled by him and never defied again

       His grace is enough their doubts and fears to dispel

       Though he left his body, still in immortal form Sai dwells

       And responds to devotees if they sincerely pray

       Sai, the greatest form of God helps them in every way.

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      (Dedicated to the lotus-feet of Sri Shirdi Sai Baba)

     31st October 2025                          Somaseshu Gutala

      

Note: Shirdi Sai Baba is a familiar name to all people. None knew about his native place and his parents. He was seen first in Shirdi (a village in Rahata Taluka in Ahmednagar District in Maharashtra) as a lad of sixteen years meditating under a neem tree. After staying there for a few years, he left that place. He appeared again along with a bridal party in 1858. Priest Mahalsapati addressed him as Sai which means holy father. He was dressed in a kafni (long robe) typical of Sufi sect. He was persuaded to live in an old mosque named as Dwaraka Mai. He used to beg alms from nearby houses. He maintained Dhuni (a fireplace) and he used to give sacred ash from Dhuni to cure his devotees. He followed both Hindu and Muslim traditions and preached about religious harmony and importance of love to every creature in the world. People wondered at his profound knowledge and his curing powers. He saved lives of many people by timely warning and guidance.

His miraculous touch cured many diseases. He used to cook food and distribute it as prasad every day. He planted a garden called Lendi Baugh. After his demise on 15th October 1918 (Vijaya Dashami), his body was interred in Buti Wada (Now called “Samadhi Mandir) in Shirdi. Even after his demise many devotees got help and relief from their sufferings by praying to him. Sai Samsthan trust undertook many spiritual and charity institutions. Many saintly persons like Madhav Rao (Shama), Abdul Baba, Nanasaheb Chandorkar, G.S.Khaparde, Bayajabai, Tatya Kote Patil, Laxmibai Shinde, Sriman Bapusaheb Buti, Hemad pant, Das Ganu Maharaj, Radha Krishna Mai, Appa Jogle, Bhagoji Shinde and Kakasaheb Dixit are some of his closest disciples. Hemad Pant (Anna Saheb Govind Raghunath Dabholkar) composed “Sri Sai Satcharita” (1930) describing the life of Sai baba, his miracles and his preachings.  

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A Note on “The Green Sap” (Patraharitham)

             

    

                                     

     

“The Green Sap” (Patraharitham), a collection of poems, published by   Sri Apkari Surya Prakash, shows his typical characteristic features found in his poems such as simple language, clarity, brevity, gentle irony and variety. Yet the remarkable quality of this poetic collection is the poet’s maturity of outlook and ease of handling free verse without any artificial show. The poems about childhood, old age and death are impressive and touch our hearts. Likewise, his faith in the reforming power of poetry and his view of the poet as champion for the oppressed suffering a lot, are superbly expressed. Instead of struggling for artificial effects, the poet speaks naturally and effortlessly in smooth lines of verse just like a friend with intimate tone.

 

 “I want my childhood” (Naa Baalyam Naaku Kaavaali) conveys the nostalgic desire of the poet for childhood days happily spent in the village. “The Village Mother’” (Palle Thalli) is another beautiful poem dealing with the same theme.  The poem “Accident” (Upadravam) is a moving account of the plight of earth-quake-hit people in sharp contrast to the heartless greedy people robbing the dead, and the unfulfilled dreams and empty promises made by the government. The poem “Dreams are sold here” (Ichata Kalalu Ammabadunu) is an encomium on the consoling power of dreams. “Thrilling” is a satire on tastes of people who patronize artificial, unnatural and mass masala films only for filling the fat purses of producers. “Youth” (Yuvatha) records the rebellious and revolutionary zeal of dynamic youth expressing their discontent over the existing system. The long series of verbs in progressive form suggests the ever-continuing struggle of youth. 

 “Tears from Eyes” (Kaatuka Kanti Neeru) is a clarion call for women leading a slavish life under the domination of men and questions the double standards adopted by the society.  “A smile and a leather bag” (Chiru Navvu-Tholu Sanchi) shows the dreary profession of a medical representative who visits many hospitals giving free medical samples to doctors. The irony is that none cares to enquire about his own health and help him. “The question that remained a question” (Prasna Ga Migilina Prasna) describes the plight of the unemployed as well as employed people reeling under the blast of soaring prices. The poet warns all to get prepared to face this problem well in advance. In “The White Paper” (Tella Kagitham) the road becomes the source of inspiration as well as the place for sharing the experiences of common man.  “The Street Park (Veedhi Park) becomes a shelter of the poor, a venue for lovers and a home for the aged and orphaned children. It is also a forum for youth, who anxiously wait with “red anxious eyes’ for a bursting change.

 In “Lifestyle” (Jeevana Shaili), the world is compared to a lodge or inn. A realistic portrait of a person staying in a lodge is described. The mechanical and indifferent attitudes of persons are catalogued in a series of images. At the end, this world is compared to such a lodge.  In “Excitement” (Udrikthatha), the gory scenes of religious violence are sketched in a series of a few striking images. The common people engrossed in daily problems look like scattered leaves. The poet questions in anguish whither human nature fled.  “The agonized cry” (Aartha Nadam) is one more attempt to portray the inexpressible anguish and unspeakable sorrow of a person who lost his kith and kin in the cruel communal riots. The murderers ran way at the approach of police. Those who inflict death on others are themselves afraid of death. “The Protector” (Rakshakudu) is an ironical portrait of a policeman who behaves in a rough and rude manner for his own self-interests and befriends with criminals and exploits the innocent people.

 

“The Plane” (Chitrika) shows the poet’s anguish in a series of images. "The Wound” (Gaayam) consoles the suffering lot with the statement that words canot soothe them since as long as one lives, pain is inevitable. “The Terrors of Life” (Jeevana Bheebhatsam) verbalizes the frustration and feeling of insecurity felt by the common man in this exploiting, competitive world. The poet asserts his support to such suffering lot. “Sojourn” (Majili) is a philosophical poem stating that change is the law of life and death is an inevitable transfer from this world. “A Handful of Days” (Guppedu Rojulu) in the same vein exhorts man not to live mechanically but to live brightly like a torch and leave everlasting imprint on the sands of our land.

 

 “Sweat is my slogan” (Svedam Naa Nadam) glorifies the dignity of labor. Work should be the slogan of our country and revolutions should come out of hard work. Every day is a May Day for bringing new changes in our country. “The Naked Kids” (Bari Baththala Tirige Pillalu)   written in typical Telangana dialect voices out the feelings and aspirations of the poor, illiterate children struggling under poverty and disease. They are neglected by all like stray mushrooms. Yet they wish for a change and believe in equality. “Music” (Sangeetham) is the universal art above the bounds of language, religion and creed. It is the essence of joy, sorrow and separation. “Man” (Manishi) is a mini-poem comparing man’s eyes to deep, blue seas and his heart to a wide blue sky.

 

In “The Wave-Stirred dream” (Ala Repina Kala) the poet recalls his childhood days, the lovely lake embracing the bank, the deer running under shady trees and the gaping cave with carves sculpture of a roaring lion. Though the wave has passed, the artistic impression it created has not faded with time.  “The Wooden Smile” (Koyya Navvu) records the money-minded mentality of modern man who does not care to feel the beauty of natural surroundings. Even his smile is unemotional and wooden.” Green Revolution” (Pachchani Viplavam)  describes the rural women working in the fields. Even nature shares their joys. The fields caress the fields of farm workers; the breeze whistles; Nature with lilting and musical cries of green parrots becomes one with them. “Crowns, Crowns” (Kireetalu, Kireetaalu) is an ironical poem which exposes the pseudo-magnanimous attitude of the leader who doles out crowns of status liberally to his supporters just to gain their favor.” Movement” (Nadaka) presents the optimistic and day-dreaming trend of people in different professions. The poet admonishes that one should move forward and should not make wrong steps. “The Country’s Song” (Desha Ganam) expresses the humanistic and patriotic feelings of the poet. “Man should live for man’s sake.”  “May human feelings live forever like the green sap in green leaves.” For freedom’s sake the poet is ready even to reject heavenly pleasures. “The machine Gun” (Akshara Shataghni) describes the dreadful scene of wars with modern missiles, rockets and chemical weapons. The poet feels that every citizen should become a commander to himself, a fighter to defend his country. In times of insecurity, one has to wield arms whether one likes it or not. 

 "Waterless Eyes" (Neellu Tiragani Kallu) is a brief sketch of a dead poor clerk who toiled hard throughout his life to fight against poverty and roaring hunger. “The Wheel” (Chakram) shows the mighty power of time trudging on our lives. Though everything goes in a routine way, our lives change and wither like dried nuts from the tree. “The Silent Waves” (Alala Nisabdam) and “The Grave” (Samadhi) describe the calm relief after death. “The Fog” (Pogamanchu) again recounts the death-experience after leading hectic, restless life.  “An Encounter with Death” (Mrithyuvutho Mukhamukhi) written in dialogue form ironically ridicules the rampant corruption in the society. Even death is bribed to delay in capturing the life of the poet. “Waiting jackals” (Gothi Kada Nakkalu) deals with the woes of an old man harassed by kith and kin. The old man requests all to let him spend the last days of his life in peace and not kill him every moment waiting eagerly like jackals for their share of property.

 

“Hunger” (Aakali) shows the poet’s strong desire to swallow the wide-spread elemwnts of corruption such as selfish politician, money-minded doctors and illegal hoarders. “Decorating a corpse” (Shavasingaram) expresses the sad realities of life. Even death does not listen to our call till old age comes. Even our kith and kin do not care to listen to our cries till we die. To show off their affection they grandly decorate the corpse.

 

“The Burnt Garden” (Kaali Poyina Thota) is an elegy written on the death of his father, a well-known gentleman who served as the Member of legislative assembly from Nizamabad. His sudden death made the poet dumbfounded with grief. The poet feels proud being born as a son to such a noble father and decides to emulate his father’s ideals in his life. “This generation-my address” (EE Tharame Naa Chirunama) shows the poet’s intimacy with society and Nature, the real source of inspiration.

 

“The Formation of a Poem” (Aksharaakrithi) brings out the poet’s continuous search for novelty of truth, future vision and true feelings hidden in the depth of his heart. Poverty provokes him to fight against injustice perpetrated on the oppressed lot. He chooses words from the real life of people. Like the sun, he awakens society sunk in nightmarish dreams. He does not write for fame and success. He seeks real poetry and waits patiently for it. He wants to be the real song vibrating in the hearts of people. “Oh Poet, waiting for your Poem” (Kavi! Nee Kavitha Kosam) is a long poem recording the curiosity of the downtrodden who are suffering a lot eagerly waiting for the poems which give them solace and infuse in them a new hope and inspire them to action. His poem, like a magical sword, will open a new path. The poet’s silence gave scope for poetasters to write worthless pieces without feeling the pulse of the people. The poet’s poems will open a new path leading to new millennium. His poems will be heard in every heart, reflected in every wave, in every rustling leaf and in every blossom. The poet’s song will awaken the whole race. “The Messenger of Songs” (Paatala Raayabaari) shows the poet as an experiencer of all people’s sufferings and joys. Just like the sun he touches everything. Nothing escapes his notice. In the poet’s heart a thousand suns rise with radiating bright rays. “On the street” (Bazaar Paalu) records the plight of the poor poet whose house is auctioned off throwing him onto the street. Ironically even after his death, he is destined to stand in the open as a statue at the junction of the roads. “The Thirteenth Hour” (Padamudo Ganta) expresses the power of poetry which should not be treated lightly. Poetry is the ore extracted out of the mine of truth; It is the offspring of emotions from the heart.

 

“New Blood” (Koththa Raktham) expresses in a nutshell, the poet’s views about his country and poetry. He aspires for a peaceful new year without bandhs, strikes, communal fights, violence and starving skeleton-like people fighting for the leftovers near the dustbins. He wishes to write simple, heart-touching, unsophisticated poetry without artifice and jugglery of words. It should be new with variety and lively diction. New blood and new poetry are the need of the nation. “The green Sap” (Patraharitham) the title poem, shows the poetic personality of the poet. His thirst for poetry is everlasting and fresh like green sap in leaves. His poetic source is always full without dehydration or emptiness. His words are like steps submerged that show the depth of his feelings. In short, this poetic collection represents the poet’s views and feelings on a variety of themes in a simple and impressive way the essence of his genuine feelings. This book reveals his poetic skills and his response to various problems of life and society.

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  21st October                                        Somaseshu Gutala

   

THE PARASITE

            

                     

                                  

        1.    He set his goal of life to garner wealth

By all means, even rebelling against his heart

He hardened his conscience and never cared a blot

Of shame for his deeds done in stealth

He never cared about his prestige and health

His aim is to earn as much as he can

Like a wild beast gorging lumps of flesh in a den.

 

2.    From every rule and provision, he tried

Some means of escape to justify

His illegal acts and secretly defy

He used his subtle brain to seize unespied

With his team of workers with self-same goal unafraid

He earned a lot, still not satiate his desire

Avarice comes once kindled rages like volcanic fire. 

 

3.    He toiled hard to accumulate riches by his deeds

To make his family enjoy comforts utmost

He never noticed how others suffered a lot

He never helped them but pursued his goal with greed

Never he found how he deprived others of their needs

All this just to make his family rich without limit

He made his family too lazy, corrupt and unfit.

 

4.     While in power all tried to please him and appease

 But when out of power, to his surprise he lost

 Whatever esteem and status he got

 All shunned him as if from an infectious disease

 All his privileges suddenly did cease

 Too late he understood the fleeting nature

 Of earthly gifts, fame, honor and stature.

 

5.     By virtues, affection he never won

 His craze for cash ruined many, with immense loss

 He never cared people’s sufferings, rules and laws

 Never listened to wise people’s advice and did shun

 Their noble company and helped none

 He cared only for gains and selfish delight

 So, people viewed him with spite as a parasite. 

 

6.     As age advanced, he lost his vigor and zeal

He depended on his children for support

He gave them, all pleasures and not mutual rapport

His presence unbearable they did feel

Treated him as an outsider they did deal

His past acts with his parents he recalled with grief

He had treated them as mere worthless junk in brief.

 

7.    He wished to amend his conduct past

Not possible now; he can’t bring back time lost

Like a parasite he grabbed from others what they got

Others’ sufferings and problems he cared not

By just and fair means he did not play his part

In the last phase of life, he realized his sins in vain

When his own family treated him with disdain.

 

8.    Now he can’t dictate with his past power and pride.

He cheated others and thought that he had won

He can’t escape from whatever he has done

He mocked others who are just and by rules abide

He was too busy and found no time his family to guide

He misled his progeny in wrong and perverted ways

He degraded himself and from none he got solace.

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   6th October 2025                   Somaseshu Gutala

 

 

 

 

 

Spider’s Web

 

                  

                                                                  

 1.           Made of frail threads trembling in air

         An intricate network of filaments fragile

         Feels proud of his house built in unique style

         A vicious trap to catch victims seems to him fair

         He brooks no change to his outdated schedule

         Not straying even a bit, from his rigid rules

         He deems his structure solid and secure

         He thinks of his status, absolutely safe and pure

  With his tempting looks, he catches his prey

  None can change his strict, inflexible ways.   

 2.  With his tempting offers he catches his prey

 Stuck to his rigid rules and selfish ways;

         He thinks himself above the ultramodern days

         He thinks all should follow whatever he says

         He never bothers about others’ inconvenience

         He lacks concern for others and common sense

         From changing trends, he maintains distance

         He exults himself at others’ expense

         Old customs and rules have frozen his heart

         Impervious to change, dwells with stagnant thoughts.

 

 3.     Basic truths without change forever last

         As eternal as swelling seas and divine grace.

         As constant as they are like stars in space.

         They continue in all ages present and past.

         Customs may change with time and place

         To suit society’s needs, conditions and ways.

         Their purpose and aim is for men’s wellbeing

         Peace and harmony they are meant to bring

         But basic virtues they should not transgress

         As they guide men to achieve peace and progress. 

 

 4      Conventions and customs are spiders’ net with flaws

         They are constricting webs without inner grit

         Without strength, just a show though it seems well-knit

         Men blindly follow without knowing the spirit of the laws

         And bind themselves and others with restrictions a lot

         And make others suffer with their narrow thoughts

         Without devotion our customs are worthless and vain

         Just a mere outer show with unnecessary strain

         Live not like spiders within constrained space

         Broaden your vision with true faith to get God’s grace.

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    29th September 2025                      Somaseshu Gutala

                  

                     

       

 

      

       

        

      

 

 

 

 

 

 

Crossing the line before

                             

             

                               

                      

1.        Before crossing line settle your scores

                Not in terms of revenge, anger and hatred

                Differences and prejudices with others shed

                Once you cross, you can’t open the door

                You can’t commune with others, Beware!

                Your thoughts and wishes, you can’t share.

                In Time’s eternal flow you can’t retreat

                Before crossing, be friendly, forgiving and sweet.

 

 2.      The impact of smoldering passions burn

          Within your mind and give you a restless chase

               Even after departure in your next phase;

               You can’t escape from them wherever you turn

               Better you leave them here these hidden feelings

               Unburden yourself and free from these dealings

               Overcome these blocking hurdles before you cross

               Your innate lurking imprints before you pass.

 

3.     Make your journey easy with burden light

        Not burdensome with loads of vicious thoughts

        With hearty prayers and serene chastened heart

        This spiritual venture transcends our mortal sight

            All our desires weigh down too heavy to bear;

            Your troubles and tribulations none can share;

            We suffer again till we ourselves set right

            Till we feel free and come out of this plight.

  4.     None can know when and where we go

          Resolve these problems as far as you can;

          Though confused, everything goes as per plan

          Of mysterious Time which we cannot know;

          Be positive whatever happens and be bold

          Your soul shines, though your senses become cold

          Once you enter the path, you are cut off from bounds

         Of the world, no chance to return from realms profound.

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       20th September 2025                Somaseshu Gutala

 

 

 

Missing Links

 

           

        

   

                        

 1.   Once people found close links with others around

A stable satisfaction in jobs, they did feel

Though sometimes their masters with them strictly deal

They were frank, free and kind with mercy profound

People never changed their professions oft

For petty profits; a close intimacy they got

In difficult times, enough support they sought

People came to their rescue and helped them a lot.

 

2.    Friendship is not just a spoken word easy to win

It meant mutual help and close bonds sweet

Ever staying close at one place made them treat

One another as their own kith and kin;

Strong security and trust they ever had

Free frank dealings made them feel safe and glad.

They never thought of losing their relations close

A happy carefree existence with others they chose.

 

3.    To them marriage is a lifelong sacred commitment

One can’t change partners often, as often as they desire

A holy oath taken as they move around sacred fire

Reckless passions their relationships did not dent;

Life taught them mutual trust and adjustment.

In compromise they found true contentment

Hasty decisions though seem to be fair

They damage our relations and lives, beyond repair.

 

 

4.    Our relationships once fostered joy and trust

Not based on status and materialistic greed

Not based on status and selfish needs

Not scattered apart like leaves by stormy gust.

Staying closer nourished and flourished their ties.

Without communion, our relationship, dormant dies.

We even tend to forget their whereabouts and names

We lead isolated lives, static and same.

 

5.    Far away from our native place

We lost touch with our town traditions, kith and kin

We live in congested cells filled with pollution and din

We got used to rushing schedule and ways;

Imitating others we changed our living style;

We pretend to be at ease with plastic smiles

Aspiring to earn more wealth to meet our needs

Losing touch with our roots, a costly life we lead.

 

6.    Once we used to go outside to meet men

We interacted with them and tried to realize

The ways of the world and take advice wise

But now sitting at home we can get works quickly done

Depending on gadgets and digital tools swift

We acknowledge these gadgets as a God-given gift;

We have become too lazy to develop our skills

Except slaving for wealth our worldly needs to fulfill.

 

7.    We should not let our skills dormant die in vain

We should keep a tab on indiscriminate use

Of these tools; for cyber crimes we should not choose;

Machines should not become monsters for material gain

Depriving men of their caliber and creative skills

Social welfare is prime the essence of human will

Let us not alienate ourselves but try to blend

Human values with modern technological trend.

 

8.    Look for and renovate the missing links

Look for true peace and make peace with all

Look for the reasons for man’s moral downfall

With jealousy and revenge our conscience shrinks

Forgive all and maintain harmony and goodwill

Make your life meaningful and your goal fulfill

Build up bridges of understanding with broader mind

Make others happy and be liberal and kind.

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14th September 2025                 Somaseshu Gutala

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

9.    Once we used to meet persons often

Not depending on digital transactions swift

We acknowledge tools as a God-given gift

We sit idle and get our works easily done

Too much use of machines kept us away to realize

No interaction with others and take their advice wise.

We have become too lazy to develop our skills

Except slaving for wealth our needs to fulfill.

 

10.       We should not let our skills dormant and die

We keep a tab on machines and aptly choose

For cybercrimes, machines we should not use

Let us not isolate ourselves but should try

Humane methods and means let us revive again

Machines should not be monsters for material gain.

Depriving men of their caliber and creative skills

Social welfare should be the essence of human will.