February 28
Memoirs of HH Shri Bhola Nathji (1902-1992) The Founder of the World Prayer Day for Peace.
"They say that my verse is sad,
It is but natural,
For it spans the eternity of sorrow,
Not mine - but man's"
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As angry gust of wind shook the leaves and
the flowers of a garden.
The tiny drops of dew that had lain atop the
petals dropped and slithered into the dust
and were destroyed. The flowers bent their
heads.
Some person, that saw in himself everyone
and everything, passed by the garden paths.
He saw Unity in Diversity, he believed that
all were akin to his soul. He saw what the
wind had done and his heart was rent with
anguish that gave place to tears which
slowly and silently rolled down his cheeks.
When asked why he wept, he replied, “The
wind has hurt me.”
The wind had hurt the flowers, not him, he
was told, and then he said finally:
“When the flowers were hurt. I thought it
was I and not they that had been smitten.”
Memoirs of HH Shri Bhola Nathji (1902-1992) The Founder of the World Prayer Day for Peace.
"They say that my verse is sad,
It is but natural,
For it spans the eternity of sorrow,
Not mine - but man's"
-----------------------------------------------------
As angry gust of wind shook the leaves and
the flowers of a garden.
The tiny drops of dew that had lain atop the
petals dropped and slithered into the dust
and were destroyed. The flowers bent their
heads.
Some person, that saw in himself everyone
and everything, passed by the garden paths.
He saw Unity in Diversity, he believed that
all were akin to his soul. He saw what the
wind had done and his heart was rent with
anguish that gave place to tears which
slowly and silently rolled down his cheeks.
When asked why he wept, he replied, “The
wind has hurt me.”
The wind had hurt the flowers, not him, he
was told, and then he said finally:
“When the flowers were hurt. I thought it
was I and not they that had been smitten.”
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