I am not a hermit
But free from the sin
I live in the sticky mud
But it never touches my skin.
I have a sweet family
They all sing and dance
I love each member
But keep a fine distance.
We all are co-passengers
In a moving train
One comes, one goes
It can't be refrained.
I will get down at a station
They will be on board
I will remain connected
Through invisible chords.
Asit Kumar Sanyal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-truth-267/
