I Am A Master Of Remembrance Poem by Mohammad Younus

I am a master of remembrance.
Not even death could silence me—
I went remembering:
My ancient past,
the time before the day of Alast,
when I was born
of a divine idea,
crafted with intention—
an expression of His being,
scattered in alien forms,
wandering the wilderness,
seeking identity,
essence,
purpose.

Some awaken,
arriving at the knowing,
only to fall into eternal silence.
Some remain veiled,
unmoved to seek,
unwilling to venture into the depths.
Yet still,
they stake their claims:
We know!
they proclaim—
but they do not.

MyKoul