A Saint In Trouser Poem by Krishna Baalu

A SAINT IN TROUSER!

Today I buried my ego
In my back yard
In the hope to become a holy soul

Today I back benched my priorities!
My desired drinks
My passion
and all my madness for a while!

In the hope to cleanse my tainted soul
and wicked tempers!

In the hope

I went round my world around!
to join the wagon of spiritual Gurus

But

I found great souls, seers, saints, and
holy men and women
not in saffron adore;
not with beard and beads in hand!

But in every walk of life;
In every caste and creed
In poverty;
In prosperity;
among downtrodden
among affluent

The Ingenuous souls

Brighter than Seers!
Braver than Saints!

shouldering the society
carrying the task ahead

I was bowled over!

wished to be back home
to be ONE!

not to be a NUN!

yet again!