The Ballad of a Recluse

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The Ballad of a Recluse

I came to Baba as a calf. That runs to its Mother-cow,

I had all that Life could bestow. Still I came to Baba on His call.

I had plenty but had no peace, He spoke to me in my dreams,

Muffling my tortuous silent screams. And I came to Baba well at ease.

What should I look for in my Life? Why should I live in torment and

strife?

Very big questions, I had no answer, until I came to Baba for ever.

At an age, ripe enough, to bid adieu, I found in my Master a God-Mother,

anew,

In His Abode I found my Hermitage, to serve Him and all, free of

Bondage.

Bouquets or Brickbats matter to me the same, I have no further personal

quest to find,

I have found in my Master, my life's brink, I fear none, I am liberated

in my mind.

Baba begged in the streets of Shirdhi, Not for Him but for others.

At my seat in His Abode I do beg, For His mercy alone and why not?

I came to Baba, I said on His call. Now I wait for Him, for His final

call,

I am not what I am now or before. But I will be His Altar-Flower, above

all.