This simple man
Lacked 'intellect'
Intellectuals feign to have
So easy was to read him
Masked he was not
Not a go-getter, not an intruder
If not ahead, not a laggard
Full of love, and deeply spiritual
World, he thought, was made of glass
Loved his tiny room, in a little corner
Lived like a wandering ascetic
Simple he was, ordinary was he