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The Fake Saadhu

Poetry By: arun

Saadhu = Rishi/hermit/preacher/fakir/ascetic/saint/religious guru/religious guru...

the picture is a random one from google images. just random... not intended to hurt anyine... if it resembles anything, it is purely coincidental

Submitted:Oct 25, 2011    Reads: 57    Comments: 17    Likes: 6   

He's just a person, seen as an idol,

Not having any clue what he achieved,

Just by hearsay, they take him as a model,

Yet unveiled of the fact that they're deceived.

In each step of his, they say flowers bloom,

Never seeing that ants getting their doom,

Wearing a saffron as if that's an uniform,

Claims himself as God, who, in real, has no form.

Not even the president will get such a respect,

Without being asked to rise, they all get up,

When he walks down the packed aisle into prospect,

To his feet everyone bow and remains so like a dump.

A press meet, it was supposed to be,

Around him are devotees and he was adulated,

In that suffocating environment, he speaks--see

Not these fools will realize the truth modulated.

"Ye all my brothers an' sisters",

He starts like a chant,

"For I can hold no enmity,

For I'm beyond avarice";

Dares a young blood to ask,

"If I rob of you, won't I be your foe"?

"An enemy? Nay, thee can't be.

I have only one friend and only one rival,

An' both are within me", he quips,

Filled the hall their tally of shameless claps.

"Worship me, I shall give you salvation; no fears."

He says and starts to walk off, followed by cheers,

Missing brains, useless heads bowed, his name chanted,

Subordinates cover his pathway with lilies that fainted.

Later he removes his dress

Lusciously In front of the lady;

To relieve the very stress?

Perhaps this is the 'enemy within', that he said?

After having the loathsome quench of lust,

He goes over and falls onto the flower bed,

Starts to sniff the powder, and goes to heaven,

The way to Salvation! As he had already said.

One fine day, a sincere man unveils his black side,

Releases to the world, the secret video shoot he aided,

Media inflated the news and asks "what about this cliff-hanger?"

He had readily, an answer, and says that's a Doppelganger,

Interrogations underway, yet his devotees never fade,

Will the insanity of world die? Will the truth be ever found?

No, never, until the world spins the other way around.

A/N: Please do criticise... criticism, be it constructive or destructive, is welcome...


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