Blissful Saint Poem by roshan jha

My father wants me,
to become an engineer.
A doctor my mother believes,
if i become neither, then what I'll be?

Anything can go wrong father, sorry,
still, I'll do something for fame.
Mother you don't have to worry,
since I've decided to become a saint.

When I'll enchant- 'God bless you my son',
many bounties are out there.
when I'll explore their future, dig their flaw and sins,
They will definitely give homage and will hear.

Certainly I'll be addicted,
to the celestial drugs all day.
God in days, God in nights,
God in dreams to pray.

Millionaire you are but satisfied you ain't,
Then serve the God there's nothing to shy.
Voluntarily become a saint,
Eventually, everyone has to die.