As far as my memory recall
I remember a priest robed in white.
who talked to God for the commoners all
and did that with dedication and might.
A noble soul and surely His pride
whose heart was bigger than the temple gate.
The priest gave relief to those who cried,
the helpless who can't change their fate.
Tirelessly he worked from dawn to night
and never thought about his own.
He eased those who were in plight
and this was how he was known.
A decade passed and he was feeble and old
but he was spirited like the yesteryears.
He had his charm in being bold
and his virtue removed all his fears.
People were pleased and so were the Gods
whom he served with his faith and trust.
A heavenly soul who battled all odds
and in worldly deceits he did not rust.
He was the Hand of God, an angelic guide
whose words and touch healed men.
With time he took to bed, people by his side
and I believe one day he would come again.
Prasenjit©1997-2020
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