A True Saint, my original poem.

A true Saint.

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The world is changing every moment,
Nothing is stable, everything perishable.
A change is known as birth and death,
One doesn’t die who always adopts a truthful path.

The virtuas life is always praised,
His glory can never be blamed.
One who lives for honours sake,
Passes peacefully and an example make.

He is always ready to die,
Today or after a long days.
His saintly mind never decays,
We can’t live but Him to prays.

Either He is condemned or praise,
He is carefree from falls or raise.
From dawn to dusk he prays to God,
He is devoted completely to Lord.

@iNdraa