The fortunate got blessed
By mere presence divine
The sheer magic of his words
Mightier than all the swords
Won over each one with a touch
On their souls he left a mark
Such a ONE was HE in human form

No caste or creed did he demand

No race or color trace did he command

He but lived for entire Humanity in His entirety

In each being and creature he saw spirituality

Moving away from all thoughts of negativity

His Being amid us brought deeper Divinity

Beloved Dada all that I repeat are your words
“I am not alone, God is with me”
Sikiladi