O Great Teacher
Vast is your science.
Ignorant I am
Most of the time.
But tonight
I know.
Your teachings
Run in me
Like flowers.
Far is the river
The stream
From which
I was cut ,
O Pain !
O Joy !
Rough trek
Through
The wild
Machinery
Left a trace,
I’m
All
Yours
Now,
Allah.
O, they
Don’t like
You around
Here,
You are
The blinding
Light.
K.B.
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