The Mahatma.

Mahatma is mainly, a mind conquering concept,
Encrypted evenly, in myth, mystery and miracle.
The breath of a Mahatma is a pulmonary protocol 
That inhales the oxygen of love to lift all from a fall.

For an ever occupied, underground octopus mind,
A misty might,seems to misgovern the studded sky.
But a Mahatma's meek manifestation of mind mold,
Shows actions triggered by a shooting vision of hold.

Self- automated saintly visions, surge into actions,
To surpass the self and solve the maze of the mist.

Visions are not arched from outstanding springs.

As their genesis within,demystifies the inner rings.

A Mahatma meddles not with a misty goal, but meets it,
Without masterminding murky, manipulative, measures.
Mahatma has no itch for leadership, or its load of tributes.
Though it has a line, faithfully bound to its radiant routes.
                                                           P.Chandrasekaran.