THE POET AND THE SAINT

The diversity of imperfection is the poet

The monotony of sameness is the saint

Poet, the flickering flame of hope

Saint, the tedium of contentment

Poet is human, he is movement

Saint is static

Poet the surging waves

Saint the calmness of the mid sea

The gush of curiosity is the poet

The lethargy of the known is the saint

Poet is the melody of discordance

Saint is the boredom of accord

The seasonal fluctuations is the poet

The termite stricken uniformity is the saint

The human scent of perspiration is the poet

Saint is the suffocation of the incense

Poet is growth and evolution

Saint is dry philosophy

Poet is a gamut of formulas gone wrong

The dreariness of single formula is the saint

Poet reaps the grains of questions

Saint crushes them in apathetic meditation

The poet need not be saint

The saint shouldn’t lose his poetry .   

                                            

                                                                                      –by Santhosh Kumar Kana