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Do Not Tease Me
I am the richest
In love
And faithfulness
Do not tease me
I am Sufi Ascetic,
The reality of the Self
Is not for sale
Nor the tongue of faith
I am the door
Of sincerity and civility
Do not tease me
I am Sufi Ascetic
What is the worship
If committing the sins,
What is the hypocrisy
In the romance
How is grief
And how is life
Why is the friendship
With the objects
Of this world
I was proud of my pride
That ruined me
Come to me,
Through my way
I dwell, within your breath
I am the reality of reality
Do not tease me
I am Sufi Ascetic.
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"Do Not Tease Me" Poetry.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2021. Web. 19 Jan. 2021. <https://www.poetry.com/poem/53840/do-not-tease-me>.