On the top of the hill, at Skandashram
Bhagavan stayed there every time,
But he visited Mother’s Samadhi spot,
Often, down the foothill, to pay his respect.
In the year 1922, December, one day,
He went there permanently to stay,
And never returned to Skandashram
Where he was residing all the time.
There were a few thatched sheds
For devotees to come and stay
With their donations every day
That attracted three thieves.
One night those three robbers
Came to loot the devotees.
Bhagavan told thieves not to harm
Or try to beat any one of them,
He told, “You take what you want,
Without breaking building parts,
And without harming anyone.”
But they did not care to listen.
When they searched they found
Some silver plates, mango fruits
A little rice and money-ten rupees,
At last this was all what they looted.
When someone with a roller
Went to beat those thieves
Bhagavan prevented him
From beating all of them.
He said, “They’re poor fellows.
Let them take their loots.
If you beat and they die
It’ll complicate matters.”
His approach to everyone
Even if he was a bad man
It was too soft to mention
No doubt, he was a Bhagavan.
Bhagavan = God