POEM_: Desires

“Does not
the prospect
of fulfilling a passionate desire
fill your heart
with joy?”
asked the disciple.

The Faqir smiled,
“It does.
But just as
everything that goes up
must come down,
my heart knows
that suffering must follow
every pleasure.

“And,
with the fulfillment
of every passionate desire,
just as I am born anew;
with every suffering,
I die a new death.

“This unending cycle
of rebirth, recurring death
and the futility of it all,
leaves me
with one abiding desire:
to be free.

“To be free of it all.
And the prospect
of this ultimate ecstasy of freedom
leaves all other joys
dwarfed, undesirable”.

- owais

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