Saturday, September 6, 2014

porter turned sadhu

I heard it from my eldest brother.

A porter at Kishorganj station stopped being a porter.

He sat before the station silently.

He became an object of notice.

Some sat before or beside him before proceeding.

Some started asking for blessings.

He had nothing to give.

He would pick some dust of road and give.

My father too came to know of him.

He came with a coconut.

Sadhu got up and lamented

You needed not come -

I only give dust

I have nothing

don't you see.

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