Brass Not Gold–a poem for Sri Sathya Sai Baba

Here is another poem that I wrote while contemplating on Bhagwan Sri Sathya Sai Baba. I hope you will like some of the words.

BRASS NOT GOLD

I tried myself to be a footstool for your soft feet, my King, and revel in that divine touch.

But of course, you are hailed as the touchstone: you can change, make, unmake, remake, and everything—but that depends upon you and not on me.

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