'so you want to stay here
for a while...'
Rumi,the persian poet,asked
calm
the visitor to his gate...
a man... bearded...
'what's your name?'
The poet asked next...
the man smiled...
'Lucifer...am I'
he said...with pride...
Rumi gave him food...
shelter...
and he was late that day for prayer...
next morn
the poet, persian,
with a mighty heart
woke very early
and prayed fervently...
it is said
his each prayer had the worth
of forty thousand coins of gold...
and God answered...
finally...
and
Rumi...
became he
the Saint...
(inspired by a story on Rumi)
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