I was into bliss of shadows
When my master turned to me
A meadow of landscape
Came into a vision
A lad fingering every flower
Came to the centre of vision.
I was in blood , crying for help
People of my institution just looked at me
I kept scratching my head for reason
I held Quran in my hand and tasbi
The mascarred was lying in front of me
I had killed him , though he was a human.
A human killed a human , I was appalled by my action.
I cried because my family was far
Blood after all , who has found its pair?
So far I am in blood and the slain too.
I keep on searching for something
Something that is unknown.
In a minute of time I am at a different place,
Maybe a hospital of unconscious
I wish that none among my family visits me ,
What will I tell them about my hidden murderer?
Meanwhile , people came and sympathize me,
Out of curiosity maybe.
I smiled back , and into the future
Not twice , not thrice
But many times I get this vision.
What is it lord.
I ain’t have any praxis over being a visionary,
I am a sinner , a struggler.
Though praxis may help.
And in the minute I was happy
For meeting my master.