POEM_: Let Her Be

As she came and sat
on his exposed foot
ready to suck a dropful
of his sacred blood,
the disciple approached
to swat the hungry little mosquito.

The Faqir
with a little wave
shooed her away
and addressed the disciple thus:
“she comes
not to kill me
in order to avoid
a little discomfort,
but merely
to give me a little discomfort,
in order to live
beyond her life.
Let her be.

"We will see
when the stakes are lower
for her, and higher
for me”.

- owais

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