In Shirdi’s land, where whispers sing,
A saintly figure walked unseen,
In humble robes of white and grace,
He blessed the hearts in every place.
Sai Baba, name divine and pure,
With eyes of love, a gaze so sure,
He healed the sick, uplifted souls,
In every heart, he filled the holes.
From Dwarkamai, the sacred hearth,
He lit the dhuni, spreading warmth,
A symbol of his endless care,
A fire of love forever there.
With “Sabka Malik Ek” he’d teach,
One God for all, within our reach,
A creed of unity and peace,
From life’s turmoil, a sweet release.
In Chavadi’s calm, he’d rest his head,
A simple life, in spirit fed,
With every step, a lesson taught,
In every word, pure love he brought.
In Lendi Baug’s serene embrace,
He’d meditate, with gentle grace,
The flowers bloomed where he would tread,
His blessings in the petals spread.
Oh, Sai, your light transcends all time,
A beacon in life’s endless climb,
In Shirdi’s heart, your legacy,
A timeless tale of charity.
Sai Baba, saint of Shirdi’s lore,
Your spirit lives forevermore,
In every prayer, in every song,
In every heart where you belong.
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