A SAINT IN TROUSER!
Today I buried my ego
In my back yard
In the hope to become a holy soul
Today I back benched my priorities!
My desired drinks
My passion
and all my madness for a while!
In the hope to cleanse my tainted soul
and wicked tempers!
In the hope
I went round my world around!
to join the wagon of spiritual Gurus
But
I found great souls, seers, saints, and
holy men and women
not in saffron adore;
not with beard and beads in hand!
But in every walk of life;
In every caste and creed
In poverty;
In prosperity;
among downtrodden
among affluent
The Ingenuous souls
Brighter than Seers!
Braver than Saints!
shouldering the society
carrying the task ahead
I was bowled over!
wished to be back home
to be ONE!
not to be a NUN!
yet again!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem