The Master Poem by ritty patnaik

you dont have to be
of any caste or creed
follow the master,
who takes out the weeds
mind is gross,
soon it will subtle turn,
mere touch of hand,
past karmas will burn.
he is waiting for you,
with open arms,
realise it you,
before the time harms.
destined are those,
who will take the chance,
useless is that life, which
doesn't see at once!