The Beauty Of Nature Poem by R.K.S. Yadav

Once upon a time there was a saint
Who through his words spread scent
To guide those whose life was in dark
With his disciple who shone with spark
When the day passed with the setting sun
They reached a village to stay not for fun
None of the villagers welcomed them
And forced to stay away from them
When the saint got up in the morning
He prayed for them to live in the ring
His disciple couldn't understand
But to obey he thought to stand
The saint was hurt with their rudeness
But underwent for his work's progress
The next day disappeared and night fell
Where to stay his disciple requested to tell
The Saint pointed to a farther village
As they reached people cried, welcome sage!
The saint preached them throughout the night
And filled their lives with a rare delight
The saint was happy and filled with joy
Hospitality is one's nature not a toy
Before leaving the village in the morning
He prayed for them to scatter out of the ring
His disciple was unknown to the fact
So was feared for his master's impact
Moving on the way he asked his master
Why he prayed good for the bad
And bad for the good, made him sad
The saint explained in simple words
The rude people are like the swords
Whatever the place, they reach
Make it dirty with action and speech
And those who are good in nature
Must scatter to spread pleasure.