The Path Poem by Alexandre Nodopaka

There's profundity in what you wrote &
I agree he may have been a Prophet
But I still want to see the imprint of his
Footsteps on The Path he revealed us

And unless he's waiting for the first rain
In which case I'll satisfy his wants
Beyond his dreams & despite him wearing
Sandals instead of fins I'll send a deluge

With the next monsoon because when
Confronted by disasters Memory goes haywire
& he won't remember much but
Will begin to fib from then on

And make up these feats I did and not see
They were sleight-of-hand illustrating
That with oral & dexterous skills
One can pull the wool off a sheep

Without it seeing or feeling a thing and
When herded they follow as if blindfolded
Now let me tell you I am also blinded
By my powers