Long brown beard, dark shaggy hair and
bony as he was, he never wore much.
People gave him clothes,
which he denied in aberration, stating
I am fire, main aag hun. I don’t wear clothes.

Two weeks before this day,
he woke up half the village,
crying, shouting, screaming.
Few men slapped him, kicked him,
and asked him, why do you wake us at this hour?
Tomorrow, we have a life to be.

The saint stopped screaming,
but cried unstoppably.
And just as everyone was about to leave
He screeched,
Save me.
I am about to burn a child,
who is sitting on dry leaves,
and has a dark mark on his right shoulder.

The men came again,
beat him till dead,
or as they thought.

Next morning, the saint was gone
before anyone could see him leave.
And a child was burnt alive
in a forest fire, near the village.

That day all the honored men
skipped their life to hunt
naked saint.

Death spared a few days
to saint, for he has come again
to the village.

Everyone is ready.
He is to be burnt alive.