Devotees in thousands
expecting Him any moment
sitting cross legged, eyes focused on door!
Suddenly the door has attained
the living force of all.
All have merged their beings in it
- its soul has risen high.
When my Lord Master, opens it
To grace the gathering without
It (door) weeps silently
for the eyes have turned away
- the cynosure is moving out!
My heart melts
Seeing my Lord coming to us
Bare Lotus feet
Walking on rough surface!
Could my humble body comfort His soles
Such is not my lot!
Here Mother earth has attained
What we yearn so fervently.