I Love And Respect Him. Poem by PARTHA SARATHI PAUL

I have come across a rowdy intellectual.
His body is as robust as a demon.
His heart is as golden as the supreme gold.
And his brain is as sharp as the Satan.

His hard words are abrasive.
But truth sparkles in its brilliance.
As a friend he is the best.
As an enemy he is the worst.

He never goes back on his words.
He is a civilian with military character.
He challenges like a professional boxer
and shouts his victory before the bouts!

I have never seen meek humility in him.
Neither have I seen any secret cowardice.
He declares; he performs and he excels
in whatever he chooses all by himself.

He earns quite many detractors.
Most of his enemies are silent before him.
I love this wild fellow for he never hates his wildness.
I respect him as he is never a glittering gold.