Vast Vase

Poem on Hindu Ascetic to assert what sort of humiliation they may faced Recently

I creep across the turf of predator snow

I still bilked like pursue,Humiliate as derelict

I cope with existing wind blow

I still domain among vile and splenetic

I never lodge menial affection with acrimony

They still hang as a convict,pester as a molest

I with esprit,used to be abdiel

But cant confess to frayed of nuisance zest

I used to be a ascetic,belong from my lenitive

Insist for humanity,killed for your dignity

they concieve and missinterprete that you are creative

And they deed the harsh offence and satisfied as benignity

Despite I have descend,fling in the planet mars

Pardon mystery endeavouring soul into your Vast Vase

Author's Note

Speaker is Ascetic
Listener is Lenitive Mahadev