Delusion Poem by Varghese J Kuttikat

Almost everyone, in varied ages, has lamented;
The rare species of noble people,
O Lord, is on the verge of extinction
This lament springs up from delusion
The deluded notion of self-righteousness solemn
Nurtured in puffed-up moments in vain
Blessed souls would find everyone blessed,
Fit to be saluted, worthy of everlasting heaven
Even the worst sinner, in rare moments, could be a saint
Even archangel might, in weak moments, fall into sorriest pit