DANCE OF A FAKIR
His Soul, sinless, impeccant,
hidden inside the body like a pod.
caught in the storm of emotions,
danced out of love for his God.
His body under spell of his soul,
came under soul's servitude.
body became soul's reflection and
danced for lord out of gratitude.
stones, razzes, taunts and abuses were hurled
but he danced, danced and danced ignoring this cruel world.
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