Truth Has Only A Single Face Without A Mirage Poem by Aftab Alam

I am among those whose one night prayers,
An aeons prayer and you all knew and seen,
The saints of Cave Kahf the sleepers, I mean
Dry tree that gave juicy fruits to eat to survive,
I have made the path on the river to cross to save
I am that baby who rubbed the ground when thirsty
Water started flowing and till flowing and will flow
You know I am killed yet truth is something else
Still hid within shroud white, blinded to this world
The cave Hira when lit with heavens light and came,
A change unto oneness is refined and defined again
For I know false faces is nothing but reflected image,
Truth has only a single face without a mirage