A Fakir's Secret Poem by Sumita Jetley

In the land where the golden sun does shine,
Lived Alim, the fakir, sage and divine.
'Detachment, ' he said, 'is not lack, but a sign
Of embracing the world, in a way that's benign.'

A young man came, wealth his heavy chain,
Seeking happiness, amidst his material gain.
'A handful of sand, ' Alim said, 'will explain,
In letting go, your true joy you'll regain.'

The grains slipped away, when held too tight,
But in an open hand, they laid just right.
'In freedom, not possession, lies your true might,
Embrace the world, let your soul take flight.'

For fakirs like Alim, the world is a dance,
Of love, detachment, a divine trance.
Not shunning life, but giving it a chance,
To reveal its beauty, in every glance.