Deepawali
In the narrow muddy streets As the sun was about to set The tiny hamlet was soon envoloped in darkness The simple oil vendors stumbled about in ignorance In this extreme darkness a fakir walked the streets His face shone like the bright moon on a cloudless sky He walked at a steady pace towards the mud walled Mosque Many simple and confused souls followed him in the dark Two drops of oil alone remained in the small tumbler Many were the lamps to be lit to show the way to everyone Water mixed with this oil the Fakir consumed Once again with water the tumbler was filled Those in darkness watched utterly amazed For to fill the earthen lamps this water was used Suddenly several earthan lamps shone brightly Like several stars with the moon in the night sky The simple souls were standing in a daze To the Fakir's beautiful face they turned their gaze Lamps of dispassion, devotion and knowledge were lit Ego,ignorance,arrogance and illusion took to their heals ...