*Thanks to http://onlinespiritualstories.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html
Once this disciple went about the streets
Saw a fat landlord kicking up his keep
Heart shed tears as he saw the boy weep
He intervened and stopped the heavy beats
Rage frustrated, the landlord rained his fists
On our holy boy, he fell down senseless
Brothers and teacher heard the news, and themselves
Brought him gently home laid in bed to rest
One sprinkled water and he came around
'Nother fed him milk and asked him `Do thou
Recognize him who feedest milk to thou ?'
Hear his words with halo shining round
`He, the Great God, who beat me indeed sits
Lovingly with concern with milk me feeds'
* the photo is that of young Sri Ramana Maharishi. It is here to serve the purpose of illustration. My most respectful pranams to Sri Maharishi.
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