A Saint Poem by SALINI NAIR

Why should weep on lazy moments
Why should canter future thoughts
Saints thought is all Maya
Never weep for twaddle
Yogi never be an instigator
He controls this insecure life
Senses are under control
Future never fetches him or bother
It’s not the attire make a yogi
It’s in sense; it’s in exertion
Not exposed, but away from this insidious world
Some say saint give happiness
Illustrate God at a glance
Some say sanyasam is falsity
Saint is who astonished stable mind
Not for money not for fame
Who controls own self is a saint
A valid power of mind and its control

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