You stood for us unflinching,
Hands-on the waist for eras twenty-eight.
White as camphor though you are,
You assumed pitch dark colour to rid us of misery.
In storms, you gave us comfort –
Granted us success at every milestone.
‘Vitthal Vitthal’- the chants ceaselessly reverberate,
Opening Aniruddha corridors that draw us closer to You, Bapu!