Saint And His Faith

Poem By mohd shujaath ali

While i am crossing a lake; i saw a saint: green rob, wearing turban on a head; elite face, sparking eyes and long beard: there was a black scorpion on a lake, its drown to die and suffering for life; saint saw concentrate, wished to save there were no stick near to lake and not a way to saved; he keeps his hand forward to saved, scorpion strink on his wrist, saint hand shaked scorpion fall again in a lake; twis and thies saint did again and again: I watched them from longtime, i asked to saint why did you try to save again and again once scorpion string no one goes near to it again; saint spread his lips with a little smile and says, my loyality is to saved him and his duty is to string me; if scorpion not change his attitude then how can i leave my faith:

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