The Sage Who Prostrated At That Night Poem by Aftab Alam

One sage who strolled in the public
Singing heavenly song, magnetic song
Hung sacks on his shoulders, the grain sack
Whole day he roamed and prayed and sung

Before evening returned to afar outskirt
Where thousands of pigeon always waited
He fed the grains whatever got
Scenery was such a invigorating
Only eyes can tell to mind
Continued since long
I winked one day and seen
It happened once
Whole city burnt
Riot on faith and language
The real reason was human folly

sage prostrated and wept
Pigeons around him
No grains

Silence of the city
Hatred that sprouted
In the human thought
Harmed non but the innocent

Sage while prostration
Was continuously whispered

“O Lord your pigeons are dying
Dying with starvation
No grains

Accept my offering to save
Blur the eyes of the pigeons
Make me grain
Let them eat
Shrill of whisper was high
First time seen heaven’s sigh

At my surprise
Sage turned into bright light
And took a flight
Added brightness to the pole star
Among pigeons
Seven pigeons their fate was also a like
They took place accordingly
There on Great Bear- constellation

To guide the humanity and innocent
Rest turned to star
Still cursing human folly, for ever