Lonely Saint

Obstinate determination to stay aloof,
Repelling utmost to worldly pleasure,
Not a conqueror but a preacher;
Yes I’ve surmised my living by your alms.

Singing my own phantom of godliness,
An insane freak on your street,
I ‘l stunned you with my bizarre talk;
Riddles are only my amulet to allure the crowd.

My search for sanity has so far,
Intruded so many times the very;
The very vicinity of this material society,
So I could relish my realm of spirituality.

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