There are souls,
Living ones,
who go about their businesses as usual.
And there are one of a kind ones,
Their work, life become them,
They give away so much,
Completely and abundantly,
Expecting nil in return.
They love romantically,
Steadfastly, with passion,
Forgive instantly,
Touch lives miraculously,
Bringing change, being change.
They are divinities making,
Of pure honesty.
This world and its people,
Will always disregard them,
For they are different,
They flower daily,
 refusing to stay in the seed.
They are sages,
Emitting light, for no reasons,
No expectations.
They are torches that burn,
From within, like the heart of Divinity.
They have anger, they break too,
They are impatient and patient too,
They forget and make up to it.
They are human and humane too.
But they are one of a kind,
They become love, unconditionally
Effortlessly,
Benignly,
They are whole.

This poem, are to those who carry divinity in their hearts and touch people's lives everyday. And few whom I know. Sandhana Arumugam, Chinnu Accamma Kuruvilla, Elango Raghupathy, Basith Bas, Sarva Punya S Mukhopadhyaya, Vimal Dev, Sneha Mohandoss,