An Ascetic Poem by Anjneya Vasu

An ascetic was born in a small town,
unaware that a lass would let him down,
she who will confer him his hermit identity,
will make him a creature full of grief ‘n' pity.

The grand day of his dismissal finally arrived,
in the vast ocean of limitless love he dived,
the rejection was too hard however he survived,
but from that agony of love he never revived.

Maybe that day the nasty boy forgot the thought,
he was an ugly, short, black and what not,
henceforth, he who never was attracted to money,
would see his honey go with a rich bunny.

Years after, through a gloomy forest he ran,
he found a human, going through a heartbroken span,
in a single line the ascetic joined him in his clan‐
Congratulations brother, you're officially a man!

-Anjneya Vasu