This poem, written by Sant Tuktoji maharaj, depicts the joy of contentment or samaadhan..
We never truly realize the importance of what we have, until we loose it.
Because we always want something more than that.
When I had a nokia 1100 , I wanted smartphone..
When I had Nokia N90, I wanted an android
When I got Samsung galaxy Y, I wanted iphone
When I got iphone 4S , I wanted iphone 5..
But when I lost my mobile and spent 1 week without it,
I was even happy to get a black and white phone..
So what is my real need?
Someone's happiness and contentment lies within his heart..,
No one can snatch it or grant it..
राजास जी महाली, सौखय ेकधी िमळाली
ती सव रपाप झाली, या झोपडीत माझया॥१॥
भूमीवरी पडावे, ताऱयांकड ेपहावे
पभनु ाम िनतय गाव,े या झोपडीत माझया॥२॥
पहारे आिण ितजोऱया, तयातनू ी होती चोऱया
दारास नाही दोऱया, या झोपडीत माझया॥३॥
जाता तया महाला, ‘मजाव’ शबद आला
िभतीन ंयावयाला, या झोपडीत माझया॥४॥
महाली माऊ िबछान,े कंदील शामदाने
आमहा जमीन मान,े या झोपडीत माझया॥५॥
येता तरी सुख ेया, जाता तरी सुख ेजा
कोणावरी न बोजा, या झोपडीत माझया॥६॥
पाहन सौखय ंमाझ,े दवे ेद तोही लाजे
शांती सदा िवराज,े या झोपडीत माझया॥७॥
- Poet: Sant Tukdoji Maharaj
Regards,
Snehal Indurkar
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