The Immortal

 

I know life has rejected me,
And when death will accept me
that time is yet to be!
Till then, O Sufi, is there any light to see?
Yes brother, there is! 
It's in being with those

who have been discarded by fate,
Who have laboriously scrawled

and scribbled lifelong
but still have a clean slate;
It's in smiling with innocent dawns;
It's in basking in the sunny charms

of sultry, forlorn lawns;
It's in the faded twinkle of distant stars;
It's in saying goodbye

to the intrigues of one’s own internal wars;
It's in being with me,
And the way it is, let it be!