Old And Sacred Song Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

I met the old man
On the pavement,
He was lean and pale too,
He said to me with a smiling face,
'Nowadays I see the bright sun,
But it does not impress me,
I also see the moon,
But it seems meaningless to me,
Even the gentle breeze seems dull and dreary to me,
Only the old and sacred song
Which comes from my tranquil inner realm gives me supreme satisfaction,
I listen to this great song
With rapt attention,
This is everything for me.'