Here is another poem that I wrote while contemplating on Bhagwan Sri Sathya Sai Baba. I hope you will like some of the words of this poem.
I STOP NOT TO WANT
I stop not to want; to crave; to yearn for this and that, And the execution process of yours is tough. –Yes, full of mysteries and dis-satisfactory moments.
You appear to approach me with hands ready to grant, and I march forward to receive. Then you suddenly stop and look totally unconcerned, and this flusters me right up to the core.
You lift me into expectation and then throw into wilderness. –You disown me any moment without even explaining the verdict; for ye feel, yes ye surely do, very disappointed of my acts. My own faults hinder the grace, which ye are ready to shower upon my parched soul.
And when I realize how I have failed you, I feel myself under the tormenting weight of shame. I run helter-skelter to hide myself from ye, for I fear and dare not approach ye after that. But I fail in finding a place bereft of ye, O my overself, and again come to ye begging that I might be spared. I failed in correcting myself and again fail in running away from ye.
I want your grace and benediction of forgiveness. Ye muse and muse and…I still want to be spared. I still want and stop not to want.