The Leader

Inspiring to the masses,

Turning asses into horses,

With a bag full of aces,

He conquered the masses.

He turned the ignoble to charitable in his absence,

He turned lunatics to ascetics in his presence,

Turning violence into silence as a mark of respect.

He would turn a lunatic’s asylum into Christ’s Jerusalem as he walks.

As he talks everyone listens,

It is his intellect that we would choose to elect.

One from the masses, grounded as much as the ashes,

It’s our sins that he washes, as above him god watches.

He is our leader and of our sins, the reader, 

and when we are sinned, the pleader.

He is the kind we the common need, to whom the common heed,

And for protecting whom we may even choose to bleed.

He is here to mend, as we chose our character to amend.

 It’s among us he breeds, without castes and creeds,

Compassion to us he feeds, cutting off among us the weeds.

As humanity bows, to their protection he takes vows.

One who commands without any demands,

Leads without words and when worded people call it the Bible, Quran or Bhagavad Gita.

He is the Jesus to Christianity, Prophet to Muslims,

Krishna to the Hindus.

We bow to the leader, the one who owes to the creator.

Not just a preacher, but with his actions also a heart reacher.

He is the leader and a reader of Divinity's thoughts as Satan plots.

People who never wanted to be lead, followed him, 

He is the one and only Leader.

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