The whole land is thine
The kitchens cook for thine
The looms spin for thine
What is wealth without you
Who owns the land but you
Who gives shelter but you
Who gives work but you
These were the verses sung by a fakir as he roamed places far and wide, ate what he received from kind people, wore what they gave him, slept on the bare ground or some place offered by the host at night.
He must be covering many lands remarked some, for his visits were once a year or sometimes longer.
One day the landlord in a village was rebuking a villager for not paying his loan instalment in time, when the fakir appeared.
Why are you shouting at him? asked the fakir.
Why shouldn’t I? He leases the land I own. Gets the seeds that I provide. Uses the water from my pond. Takes my bullock to plough and now says the crop is poor, the rains were poor!!
Okay, but haven’t you given all these on a selfish interest? When the good Lord gifted you with all these riches, did He charge any interest? And who said you own the land. When you die one day, inspite of all the riches that you lord over, won’t that be the day when this land owns you? The land doesn’t belong to you or him. You and we all belong to the blessed land…
38 thoughts on “The Fakir”
Truth we mostly forget!
Yes…by the time we get to know, we hit the land 🙂 Thank you.
Wise are those who are humble and knows how to get the work done at the same time.
We all belong to our dear lord 😊 beautiful and meaningful writing
Yes Krishna. Thank you.
Beautiful and deep.. absolutely true.. 👍🏼👍🏼😇😇👌🏼👌🏼
So true every inch of any land does not belong to us. Such inspiring words of the fakir who does not have any craving whatsoever. Nice and a great story, Sunith
Thank you Kamal.
So simple, beautiful and heart warming! Thank you for this lovely story. 🙂
Thank you Krishna 🙂
Deep thought in this one. we’re all ashes and dust. Beautifully described Sir
Thank you Pradita 🙂
Welcome Sir 🙂
‘For dust thou art, and into dust shalt thou return’… Simplest of thought but so deep that most of us bite the dust without an iota of it’s rue meaning. Profound truth very well written Sunith! Thank you for sharing it this Diwali!
Thank you Lalitha for this lovely comment. I am glad you liked this.
Masterpiece! Thank you.
Thank you dear Abhay
When we come to this planet, and leave it, we do so empty-handed. Beautiful writing!
Thank you Shweta 🙂
Oh yes, Sunith WE BELONG TO THE LAND. Bless you!
Thank you Sara.
So true. Nothing belongs to us. One day we all need to leave this earth and no amount of wealth is going along with us. But we hold it close to us without realizing!
Yes Savitha, rightly said. Thank you for these beautiful comments.
Always welcome Sunith.
Absolute truth. Nicely written Sunith.
Thank you Rupali
True message delivered in very realistic way
Thank you Subba
we own nothing and nothing lasts forever.. you conveyed it to the point
Thank you Akhila
The title of this is Fakir and Am a Big Kabir fan . SANT KABIR KE SARE DOHEY. YOU HAVE WRITTEN THIS BEAUTIFULLY
Thank you so much