The Reflection
I lost all prudence and decency The moment I entered your temple Drunk and intoxicated in love I forgot to clothe myself in the cold winter nights Lost forever in your contemplation The kids in the street jeer and leer at this crazy fakir And yet I sit outside the temple gates waiting for them to open And for you to cast your loving glance on me "You will do that, won't you?" I cry myself hoarse Asking the beloved for a reply time and again Against the rustling sounds of the eastern wind I hear the hurried footsteps of the fakir coming towards me Wear the clothes of discrimination urges the fakir Providing me the tattered kafni which provides immense warmth "Cease looking outside!" Said the fakir "Seek the beloved deep inside , and forge an everlasting alliance of infinite love" I went to the lake seeking the inner reflection To find the loving deep blue eyes of the fakir staring right back at me