Live Conversation Poem by Fatima Obaid

In the winters gloomy night
Within the sparking of the moon's light
My one glimpse on my wooden tab
made me to stick on my writing pad
it was being written by golden pencil
by the sweet flurry angels
they were preparing a piece of paper
Where my deeds were to be written
Suddenly a storm came
And vanishes all the angels
A huge Silence appeared
and all the light disappeared
after the time of the few second
An echoing thing called out
Don't know what was it?
A sound of Human or the silence? ?
A strange voice, it wasn't a voice
with my confused mind
many questions were asked to me
Many answers were given by me
At the end I asked
who is the one am talking to?
One answer or feeling came
you are having Live conversation with God..