The Fakir Is Under No Compulsion
The Fakir is under no compulsion
To teach you
To relieve you from pain
To grant pleasure abundant
You may walk to him
You may not
Fakir will walk with you
Fakir’s journey is no seasonal
At times when you feel
You walked too far
You are lone traveler
You are junked
Even at home, you occupy only a corner
The onset of remorse
You have to, you feel like
To bow
To surrender
This time, Fakir’s arrival, around the corner….
Copyright © Arkajyoti Samanta | Year Posted 2013
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