Virtue is a demon,
which we raise in the name of God
The wizards and their vimen,
while the multitudes stand all awed
Virtue is a demon,
raised through prayers so pure;
the holy rituals so clear and sure
It rears its golden head,
when one bows and one kneels;
through vows upon broken seals
Virtue is a demon,
as it overcomes and overwhelms;
beating drums and guided helms
It emerges victorious,
we surrender we submit;
to the splendor and the pit
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This piece is not just a poem its an obituary to the dead time…
Thank you so much for the understanding
Yes, very true,
As a friend once said, its called
“Aajzi ka Takabur”
It has killed many , and it will waste more, especial those who are close to the Goal.
I knew you would agree. But you yourself have avoided this arrogance. I wonder how?
Tareeqat is a very interesting path, in one methodology, excessive sins lead to excessive humility, and at the end, God in his infinite mercy accepts the genuine Aajzi and shame. You know, one tear of shame is more dear to Him than many good deeds of the righteous.
still waiting for that time…
May it come to you soon