I am not
with those folks
Who see the world
In the color of praise,
Who put themselves
Higher than their ego.
Amongst them I feel
Like a proud martin
On the window
Of a Sufi’s mausoleum.
As if it has something
To do with the Sufi’s fame.
I am a deep well
Next to the shrine.
Whatever you have in your heart
You will get it
In your bucket.
