Yogi

Every morning in the lobby
I see a mortal, i call him yogi

Sitting quietly in isolation
Engaged deep in meditation

He is free from pleasure
Knows neither grief nor fear

The radiance on his face
Makes him look out of place

He is free from attractions
And free from distractions

His vision on the street
Is constrained to few feet

His calm and quite mind
Leaving all worries behind

Is he eptiome of happiness
Or is he merely aimless?

Is this really satisfaction
Or does he seek salvation?