Three Men Poem by Jaya Das

Once, three different men had a conversation. One was a business man, other a poet and a saint.


Business man said
I am like the night moon
Shinning bright in the sky's doom
Full fledged with all my opulence
I am the closest to the earthy womb
Glitz and glitters drape my marks
I provide the sight in dark.

Poet said
I am like the night stars
Twinkling spots on blanket of sky
With my own light I shine far and high
Earth can only percieve a tint that lie
My sphere is larger than yours
I render vision to the few who adore.

Saint said
I am like the blowing wind
Present everywhere, running wild and free
Only be felt yet no one can see
My realm is infinite, body is mortal
For a long span, it cannot acccomodate
Ends up scattering my soul after the enlightenment state.