Tale of a prophet & a saint

You are a prophet, I am a saint, 

You can be a religion, I am a sect, 

If you are a prophet of transformation, 

A secluded saint I remain! 

So, feign- fragile and selfish, 

Lost into her own worlds, 

Worshipping for herself, 

Whereas you are spreading like a religion-

town to towns, city to cities, mind to minds… 

That’s how you connect! 

And, like a bifurcated river- I remain dissected! 

Confused into my conflicted situation -always in a dilemma-what’s right and what’s wrong, 

I swing somewhere in between! 

Whereas, you are so unbiased,  

Like a ocean you sway, 

Touching all the seashores but never holding a grain! 

Vacuum is a heart that is affected by prejudice, 

You think beyond right and wrong, 

That so make you much humane! 

A heart that judges can’t love, 

Judgments occupies the space-

So there can’t be any growth, 

But, like a mystique you keep your heart open free from any preoccupations, 

That’s how you influence people, 

You become a religion, 

And,  being a cultic sect worshipping alone in aloof shrine- a righteous saint with no experience, I am condemned!  

Like a pure river that denies to surrender,

Engulfs into its own pit- where you can find an entire lost civilization -that’s where I reside,

So, aloof yet so attached! 

That’s how I am! And,

Had been always untill you discovered me!

©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy