On Reading Kabir Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

When on the look out for the bad fellow
Found I not none the else but I myself
The most bad fellow.

On reading books none could be a man of letters
One who reads a few letters of love
Can really be a man to be reckoned with.

Where do you search Me,
I am by you, all around you,
Search you in your heart and soul
And presume it as the temple of Mine.

Having got a cottage thatched
Keep you the slanderer of yours
As the critic to show you your faults and mistakes
Committed by mistake
As eye-openers.