A second vision of my youth
I sit on a bed and state the sky
Stars make sevens and sixes
I feel amazed and His benevolence.
Close your eyes and imagine
You are presenting in the class
And a question of the identity
Pops up aand the light in you sparklessparkles
You make few columns and write your name in few languages
Hindostane, English, Arabic , Urdu , Kashmiri
Not once but many a times
I saw this open eyed.
Claps followed your justification
And bows filled the rows.
You reach to the horizon though not in motion.
Perplexed you maybe for you are normal,
I am a metaphysics guide me oh God , to the truth.
Truth behind these visions , for if they mean anything
I’ll die the very moment the their reality.