Badri Raina Delhi


This twenty first day of March

You were born in Kashi

Whose  infinite soul of wisdom

And  ecstasy of yearning you

Grew  up, O Bharat Ratna, to

Make  your life’s learning and mission.

Through your  tireless lust of reaching

The divine, note after micro note,

You  made the Hindu and the Muslim

Your own, O Kabir reborn.

When the chips are down, O saintly

Maestro, millions close their wasted

Eyes and listen to your purya dhanashri.