THE REBELLIOUS DISCIPLE

I am not blessed
Even with a kerosene lamp;
But the pir’s home is decked
With chandeliers imported.

A Muslim is naive,
Whether urban or rural;
And the Brahmins of Kaaba
Are worshipped by him like idols.

The deceitful holy robes
Disguise a userer;
The offerings he gets,
Are interest compounded.

The pontifical throne
Is theirs by descent;
The eagles’ abodes are
In the possession of crows.