Rumi’s rubies -the poem

By chance or not
Finding a window
Looking out
Watching the fog
Lingering  over the city.
This power given by words
Is seen as a deficiency
by most men
But then again most men
See a ruby and think it is a stone
They kick along the path
And when they get to the top
Of the mountain
Beyond the clouds,
It is too late
The rubies are gone
And they are left carrying
Stones in their coat’s pockets
Unable to fly
The weight of lies
Traps them on the ground
Hurting .

About seagullsea

a seagull flying over the great ocean of life observing.
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