I thought to touch you
But you shrug away
As a touch me not
You closed within yourself.
Lost in your reverie
I wonder about your deep sleep
Were you caught up with the past
Or in meditation.
Your eyes have a twinkle
Seems that you are drugged
Sometime it reflects emptiness
At times an enlightenment of a fakir.
I like the way your face curls up
Into a smile
You seem an unusual soul
With all the resplendence.
Are you a human
Are you a saint
The halo you wear…
Is it to keep a safe distance.
I neither could get close to god
And neither get any closer to you
Maybe, not destined for worldly diligence
Nor the materialism I could have gained.
Your greetings may be a blessing
For those beings around you
I had asked for a simple means from life
Not a person who embraces himself as god.
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