Where is that relief? Where is that soothing burst of air?
I walked through the realm of hardship,
Reached near the borders of relief
But why is it so far when it is so close?
Have I reached to the borders of relief?
Or am I caught in the mirage of that relief
Rumi tells me, to keep knocking at the door
My head tells me, ” Stop and turn back”
My heart tells me, “Keep going through this quagmire,
the relief lies at the bottom, reach there”.