MAHATMA

Those lucent men abode,

Rumble came below,

Foe a sorrowful departure

Away from Mankind.

He departed

In search of wisdom elsewhere.

Single he went

to a place of eternity.

Foe he was the great--

And left too soon

Leaving his subect to proceed.

Revolution was in his blood,

Reformation was his principle.

He rebuked and scorned,

Pure were his words and deeds.

All religion that entertains

Has a few to speak.

Preaching and practising

In alleys and streets---

The words of the MAHATMA