Dada
Surprised I was when
Saw my work in Masjid…
For a sect in Islam…
Known-unknown…
Did not want…
My account were handled
By Keizer of Bohra.
I never asked him of:
-what is root…?
In this line…
I am far above faiths
-their sectors, branches
I can cope with them all
-let them be part of us
-as people, human
But today had to search
-who are they with what base?
My colleagues were Turkish
One called me grandpa
In Turkish is Dada!
I liked it though can't be
He is old and I young!
I take it as respect
I feel it among them
Following their culture
Unlike it a long in the west
Is alive and kicking among them…
Selfishness?
I like them!
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