A Saint Laments Poem by Sathya Narayana

A fluttering flame has doused
An ascetic heart lamented quiet!

Stoics too have hearts
deep below the thick layers
of Spartan spirit
and lo their eyes have inner ducts
through which flow down hot tears
towards the buried lakes of fortitude!
They smile and manage social niceties
stiffling hard the thousand throats of pain.

For him it's a state
of mixed up mystification...
'What can really lull my turbulent heart...
the silence of solitude
or the deafening din of palaver around? ! ? ! '