The
listening Moghul at once ordered an offering of one lakh and a
quarter coins to God as dictated by the adviser. When made, the bees
disappeared soon. 'How' did not bother the conqueror, but one thing
he knew thoroughly well was, that he was unequal to that dreadful
God, so he bade a disgraceful retreat. Hail Khandoba Hail! Hail!!
Hail!!! Sure you tolerate not impiety, nor tarry in granting the
needed by the ardent devotees. Offering soulful prayers to the
Sivalinga representing the Lord's eternal vigilance and all-potent
miracles, the theists move little to enter the main gate.
This
is a historic evidence staring into the eves of the visitors,
whoever they are. But, for some, though gifted with eyes and a brain
to think and realise, they do not. For they are highly cultured and
infinitely progressive. Who would save them and when? They know
better! Aren't they boast of their omniscience?
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