On the November, 17, 1898 morn,
The Child Ganapathi was born,
When his father was out, praying
In the Ganapathi temple, early morning.
So, he kept the child’s name,
As Ganapathi, the Lord’s name,
But the child didn’t talk or take food
For five years, as a sign no good.
On his body, just for a moment,
When they gave hot iron treatment.
He shouted aloud ‘Ha, ho,’ then
And his loud voice came out clean.
To the surprise of his father,
He proved himself a scholar,
Each and every Sanskrit text,
He learnt them easily by heart.
At twelve years he married,
His wife, just eight years old,
By name Visalakshi, as a child,
Which, in those days, was allowed.
A Sanskrit Pundit he became,
At twenty years, the right time
For the ‘Kavya Kanta’ title to get
From the hands of Kasi Pundits.
To the surprise of town people,
He became Ganapathi Sastrigal,
And turned as a spiritual person,
Leaving his home for this reason.
As he heard Ramana’s name
He was eager to meet him
So, he climbed the sacred hill
Where Ramana was there still.
Moving closely with Ramana
He wrote a book, ‘Sree Ramana Gita,’
Compiling all Ramana’s answers
To the queries of his devotees.
He saw several miracles,
Not one, but many occasions,
That increased his abundant faith
On Ramana, as God on this earth.
A septic boil on his armpit
Took away his life out
And he died at 58 years
On 25th July, 1936, alas.