Hermit Poem by Ravisankar Maitree

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A very polite hand came up to me. I looked at his face very sensitively and said, "This hand of yours is very wise and gorgeous, it is certainly not meant for seeking help. May your hands be graceful by spreading love; you may turn to the trees and take care of them.'
A mysterious face came up to me in a very helpless way. Her eyes were shattered and also wanted to speak thousands of prayer words. I speak to her with all my heart, "The face that claims such misty is just not meant for uttering such prayers, you may turn to the cold hearted humans and show them the way of love.'
A bright you man came up to me and told me his lifetime stories seeking to serve me for survival of his. I told him to read out the nobles that nature has written along with soil and admire all the valuable lessons of being self-made.
A man with a few cages filled with beautiful birds came up to me and asked me to set all those colorful creatures to fly. I looked in to his outspoken eyes and with an unspoken language they were telling me that "I have become the creator.'