I Used To Think Of Him At Every Station... Poem by Mohammad Younus

I used to think of him at every station...
...of my life journey...
...travelling alone on the unending road;
I didn't know He is walking by my side...
...while I was surrounded by...
...the crowd of mundane thoughts...
...hustling and bustling...
...wishing to take me along their routes;
He would watch me quietly...
...searching the travel map;
A gentle smile on his face!
...as if he were laughing at my innocence;
The mundane thoughts...
...pushed and shoved one another...
...trying to get me with them to their spot;
To lead me on the journey towards him...
...He arrived and gently held my hand...
...to take me to his sweet home,
I took him as my only guide...
...though he had not as yet revealed...
...to me his identity;
He took me out of the crowd...
...of confusing thoughts...
...many of which he helped me sideline;
So I moved on my way of love...
...leaving the crowd of Satan behind;
This crowd of satanic thoughts...
...pulled me to lead me astray;
I am going with the flow of divine river...
...my divine thoughts...
...to the ocean of divine unity;
The day I return to the ocean...
...all my travel will cease;
Is it my fantasy or reality?
I am turning mad!
Yet, I walk on with a smile on my face...
...as peace and harmony came to me;
And I am not going the other way!

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