It has to be you

[Guest guest]

Gladiators, I salute you

Canto - 2

 

IT HAS TO BE YOU

 

My dear Gladiators,

It is men of no purpose who while their time away,For you there is no room to

relax,Pain and pleasure - you embrace both with the same warmthWhen among dear

ones or in solitude - you are the same

Realize your ultimate wish is neither pleasure nor prosperityThe closest to your

heart is neither friends nor relatives,Your only desire is to merge back into

the same Light from which you have emergedTo return to the One from Whom you

have come

The one and only reward that you get at the end of this war Think of the dying

millions, diseased lots,Handicapped and scrupled, retarded and discarded,A

Tsunami, A Katrina, life disappears in a moment

But you are still alive, why?But you are safe and sound, why?Don't you think

there is a purpose?Yes, there is.You live to spread His splendor,But ready to

leave any moment, with a smile,Anything, anything for the glory of Sai

People praise, People demeanPeople embrace, people desert,All for their own

purposes.And when you know that well,Aren't you at peace,That makes you neither

bloat nor deflate?

Oh soldier, how would you be every minute of your life?Strong or soft?Jubilant

or peaceful?Bubbling or beaming?You would be what He taught you to be.You would

be What He wants you to be.

Tell me again, my friends, "Why are we here?"For the glory of Sai!To celebrate

the joy of His arrival,Not just on earth, but in our hearts,Isn't it the love

and kindness that we Sai devotees radiate

That announces the holy news of His Advent?

Millions of people, millions of stories,millions of minds, millions of

thoughts,Economics, civics, mathematics and arts,Struggling and striving,Desire

and ambition,What is all this for?Isn't it all ash in a trifle with one

collision in space?

Yet, there is a meaning, a purpose,In this uncertainty that dreads you every

moment, is the certainty.In this chaos that perplexes you all the time, is the

beauty

And what is that?The Light of Love, the might of BlissAnd Where is it?Well

within you, yet you have never been there.Get there, my friend, before the end

gets you.

There was a dream once that was called DharmaThere were some values once that

were called Sathya and PremaYou could only whisper themAnything more than a

whisper and they would vanish

It is no more the caseIn the darkest and remotest corner of the world,You hear

the Sai Nama sung with throats full of ardorBringing Light and Joy,Spreading

selflessness and Seva

Let us whisper not, but chant and sing, With courage and conviction,The Message

of our Beloved who has returned our own lost reality to us,The One Who made us

masters of our destiny and not slaves to a non-existent devil

Knowingly or unknowingly, you are counting your days to return to His

arms,Believe it or not, every cell in you is fighting to be One with the

cosmosThere is just one duty He has asked of you, before you come back to Him,

There is just one mission He would have you accomplish now.

He wants you to be the protector of the Light To carry it across the winds and

mountains and bring it to one and all,He has empowered you to one end alone,To

live and give, To walk the path of truth and lead,

and end the illusion that has scruppled the earth for agesThis is no time to relax!

He chose you.It has to be you.You know why?Because you are His son.Because you

dont love to live,You live to Love Him.

The End of Canto - 2

(With Love to Maximus Decimus Meridius – The Gladiator who inspired me to tell

these words to myself)