he penetrated the
beggar poets soul
with the molten fire
in orbs posturing
as eyes he knew i
was a muslim in
my sadhu garbs
my disguise ,,he
took my press card
read it twice ,, i was
scared he would get
angry but he was nice
hope and hindutva
a message of universal
peace i promoted he
mystically realized ,
a smile that broke
the ice , go in peace
malang baba hari om
dam madar beda par
he was solemnly wise
we were two sides of
a coin perhaps guru bhais
