Unknown

He was the harbinger of truth
The peaceful calm and strong identity
Living in an old village
Giving directions to the land
Its occupation and future interests
His words were his best arms
Actions from the depth of contemplation
Experimenting that hidden philosophy
He lived in his own way
Protecting those beliefs
Which were never recognized
Where went those followers?
Promised to reciprocate
In the land of misery
With in that untouched spiritual abode
He lives like an unknown