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Longing
for the Lotus Feet
Longings for the Lotus Feet, from birth to birth,
With various bodies one could clad,
As minerals, not happy at all !
Then evolved as plants, most useful creation,
Serving man and animal with all its parts,
But still the heart is heavy; no Happiness !
Again evolved as animals, species other than man,
Served the man, the highest architects of the Artist,
No, no happiness, longing for something else !
Evolution goes on ..... one rolls and rolls with different bodies,
The spiritual sapling grows to a tree,
And Ultimately attains human birth
With all the inner craving , Attains all, properties, fame and material prosperities,
But still he means "In sooth, I know not, why I am so sad!" The sadness
is the longing for the Lotus Feet !
Spiritual tree in him matures, He craves for merging, like a river for the sea !
It runs through hills and dales, very hard and hostile, Only to merge in the sea !
Man's longings since time immemorial through infinite bodies,
To touch and merge in the Lotus Feet !
Then only he enjoys the real Bliss !
Never to return from that state,
The poet describes this as the mind-bee,
Sucking the nectar of the Lotus !
And lo! how they are graced with the Lotus Feet !
Bali was pushed to the Netherlands,
But with the touch of the Lotus Feet, he became immortal.
The same touch turned a stone to Ahalya,
The Boatman drank the nector to his hearts content,
By washing the Lotus Feet !
These Feet removed the poisons from Kalia, residing in Kalindi, Made Kubja a beautiful maiden.
Draupadi surrendered to these Feet, Miracles occurred to save her !
Devotees flow to Shirdi by His Grace !
From far off lands with pains and perrils,
Only longing is to touch the Feet !
Every pain comes out to be pleasure,
When get the Darshan and Sparshan,
Lo! What ecstacy one enjoys after the touch !
Tears roll down to wash this Feet !
Oh my Beloved Lord !
Grant me this state to be ever attached to thy Lotus Feet !
Grace me to rest there and there will be no other longings,
No other bodies, no mind, no desires,
All merged in Bliss, the total Bliss.
- Prof.(Miss) Bhalani Rout
Cuttack, Orissa
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