Where merchants of different religions had set up shop
They rushed at passersby showing their wares
They fought with each other to get to the customer
Their wares were alluring and I was momentarily dazzled
I stood there unable to decide and confused
I bought some items from different merchants
I haggled with everyone on the overpriced items
I took the wares home and looked at them
Gone was the momentary happiness that I derived from them
Saddened I walked outside the cottage towards the neem tree
There sat a fakir gleaming in the night at the foot of the tree
"Listen not to the merchants of death" said the Fakir
He took me to his tavern and served me the wine of love
I was never this intoxicated with love
The Tavern turned out to be God's paradise
One look at the Fakir's face proved
That this is the face of God
Like a river I drifted intoxicated in love
And I merged into the clear blue waters of the ocean
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