A past master
With an aesthetic sense
He ever remains
In art and literature
But a bit
Slavish and sluggish
In his usual life.
The lethargic loads
Bend him down
To nose into the books,
Of human life,
Of human relations
For usurping
Bits of happiness,
Bliss of peace,
Sip of beauty
Despite
Hate and sneer
At many steps;
The more he's sneered at,
The more he feels cheered,
With more intensity
Love for humanity
Emerges in his heart,
Purity of heart,
Refinement of emotions
Purged off dirges,
A sense of worthiness
Evolve and resolve
Psychosomatic conflicts
That prove him to be
A seasoned connoisseur
In true sense of the term.
