A mystic is like an oldman,
Who resets himself as an innocent child;
He loves all humanity without discrimination,
And wants the people to coexist,
Without difference;
He smiles, laughs, talks with people,
As a child with other children;
He becomes Silly and childish at times,
And plays with people to amuse them;
To tell the truth in a nutshell,
He wants to live and relax as a child
once more,
Because, to be honest, a child for him is,
God's image of innocence.
MyKoul
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A mystic speak what he sees plainly like a child. Well written