Rise and do the historic deed to say to the other thousands like you, “Back off while still you may; The sun sets unmanageably upon our day.”
Badri Raina Delhi
Asaram Ji, you may not have
Said this in any of your rollicking
Pravachans, but all good things
Do come to an end.
As you meditate among the prison
Walls, do give thanks for all
The gods, in their impenetrable
Wisdom bestowed on you—
Bounties granted to very few.
Most of all, count the worthies
Who fell upon your feet, from
Tycoons, to politicians, artists to
Little and big masters, indeed
Puissant ones from high street
After high street. Especially when
In your heart of heart you knew
That you were nothing much more
Than a mountebank who had the trick
To do what Indians love to be done,
Namely, do dirt on reason.
Asaram ji, think now of your
Severance from the ecstasy
Of ignorance as your vaanprastha.
Take your richly deserved medicine
With saintly resignation; indeed,
Rise and do the historic deed to
Say to the other thousands like you,
“Back off while still you may;
The sun sets unmanageably upon our day.”