He's a little boy, within an old man's body;
Tries his best to live, a life that's known as Godly.
As that little boy, his vision is World change;
But as a man within the World, his vision seems deranged.
He's without formal allegiance, without strategic ties;
He's clumsy navigating, contemporary politics and lies.
His family abandons him, sometimes provides a nod;
His friends just laugh with disbelief, at what he touts and lauds.
He knows Northern Winter's cold; He knows Southern Summer's hot;
He knows a man is measured, by what others think he's got.
But he's unmoved by riches, it is the Truth for which he searches;
And he finds it within and throughout, rather than just alliance with Churches.
So he leads a pauper's life; some perceive him as being lazy;
And when he wields his Prophetic voice, many dismiss him as being crazy.
He ponders then what's left to do, he knows it's the Truth he reaches;
But how can he share any message, to an audience detesting preachers.
So he's left in limbo, wanting a family to begin;
But he needs a house, family, friends, and a community to win.
He spends his days in computers, and nestled in his books;
He walks the streets on guard, receiving different looks.
He spends much his day alone, even when surrounded by other peeps;
He cushions himself within his thoughts, because few can tread that deep.
He wastes himself in tissues, earning the title, "wanker;"
abusing images of women, cuz he doesn't have to thank her.
What other woman can love him, reside in his Universe;
Build a life together, and satisfy his thirst.
On That Day he sees her, and he casually takes note;
He searches to find plus, and if it has been wrote.
He experiences a draw, "cosmic" describes it best;
She satisfies the requirements, of his clumsy, compatibility test.
His ego is on humble, his sense of duty drives him on;
Inspired by her being, he tries to write a song.
It's only an estimation, but he writes of love and joy;
He writes of Kismet connexion, between a girl and a boy.
He's so used to riding solo, without people who can bother;
But within his sanctity, he ponders welcoming another.
She encourages him to stand, against the voices that tell him choose:
Between the death of the martyrs, and the forsaking of Sadhus.
He sees with her a life, and a family on his side;
But these are nascent images, in his mind does it reside.
He shares his words with her, and within her he's invested;
And the World round observes, to see his Prophethood tested.
He knows the Divine is within him, and within her too;
And he knows Divine Will exists, beyond what his ego wants to do.
He must learn her story, before she speaks a word;
He must reach beyond himself, beyond what he has yet heard.
The Prophet's life is tenuous, there's an absence of any guarantee;
Harder still to convince a wife, to within him find her glee.
But he sleeps rest assured, regardless which the door,
Everything's for a reason, it happens all before.
He knows he's invincible, when it's done for Heaven's sake;
But he lingers in the uncertain, will she sooth a Prophet's Ache.
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