Alexander reaching India does plan
To meet a true wise virtuous holy man
At these, stewards instantly take him
To the Indus valley fertile and trim
Where he finds a man with no clothes
As though undone of loath and wrath

Alexander with all his pricey attire
Finds a spiritual sparkle in him higher
Swayed by the saint’s spiritual splendor
He pleads him to go to his nation yonder
Offers everything whatsoever may please
If the saint could make his great wish ease

I am here, there, everywhere omnipresent
Says the saint; refuses his wish to consent
At this, annoyance provoked, the king
Draws his sword to slay him in a fling
The saint undaunted sheds a simple smile
Says, as though confronting certain senile
As children make houses on sand smart
And destroy them to make another art

The house is the body of weak humans
Innate tendencies in it make nuisance
Demolishing, one demolishes his home
Amidst all such acts, sand is the same

On this, Alexander felt a pricking pinch
His sword fell and he felt certain flinch
Power and might is not just in one’s hand
It’s in heart, this philosophy he learned
Simplicity is the power one needs to choose
Spiritually strong, one has nothing to lose