He was a monk, <br />Of the holy rank, <br />So said everyone, <br />In that temple town. <br /> <br />He was very simple, <br />Sat before the temple, <br />Seldom spoke a word, <br />His voice, none heard. <br /> <br />His beard was found, <br />Just touching the ground, <br />That led them trust, <br />He was the holiest. <br /> <br />He was their deity, <br />Kept them in gaiety, <br />In a cloak of piety, <br />He earned their charity. <br /> <br />His eyes and ears, <br />Weren’t seen by others, <br />Fixed to a house, <br />Of his dream-spouse. <br /> <br />Near him was that house, <br />Of music and dance, <br />Of a famous damsel, <br />On her daily rehearsal. <br /> <br />Much against her will, <br />She did dance, still, <br />A life of austerity, <br />She lived, in totality. <br /> <br />They saw her dance, <br />But she was in trance, <br />To hear the melodies, <br />Of the musical temple bells. <br /> <br />Monk saw her beauty, <br />Not as his devotee. <br />Dancer felt his divinity, <br />Within her vicinity. <br /> <br />Both died one day, <br />As they went to pray, <br />Their bodies separated, <br />The souls departed. <br /> <br />The Heaven welcomed the soul <br />Of the dancing girl, <br />While the dark hell took <br />The soul of the monk. <br /> <br />To their question “Why? ” <br />They got this reply, <br />“God minds not profession, <br />But bows down before devotion.<br /><br />Rajaram Ramachandran<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-is-in-a-profession/
