In a suburb, Lived a saint, How great was he? A religious scientist, Man of high morale. Wisdom of silhouette scripts, He read, Painted by anonymous.   Lived a sinner, next to him. Vermin name of the harlot, Her beauty invincible. Though segregated, A heathen ignorant beauty, Lust for everyone, Yes, unholy! but who cares! ***************************** O' saint, Poor by his fate, Chanted spell at dawn, Meditated for his doom, Holy bath and his rituals, A devotee to lord, Begged for cherish life, Great riches of a harlot, he knows.   Riches glared the harlot, Routined bath she has, But not holy! Lord, the creator of her shame, She donated to the needy, Forsaken the temple, Vengeance she had. ****************************** There came a day, A herald of lord, Arrived from heaven. The saint knew for sure, Performed rites and norms, The messenger picked the harlot and yelled "O' saint, the sinner, far humane than you"

About Author:

Arjun Dahal is undergrad student of Physics at Tri-Chandra Campus, Tribhuvan University, Nepal. Talkative, Crazy, Funny, and Fun loving guy, his passion lies in Physics, Mathematics, Music, Literature, and Philosophy. His Non-fiction has appeared in Blue Marble Review. His poetry has appeared/forthcoming in Burningword Literary Journal, Autumn Sky Poetry Daily, The Fable Online, Ann Arbor Review, and DWIT News. The links to his published Nepali Poems can be found at arjundahal.blogspot.com.