Mystic Raj Hans Poem by Mystic Qalandar

The Raj Hans within me—stronger than before,
Awakens like a flame rising from the ashes of dreams.
Shattered glass of broken promises once pierced my feet;
I walked those sharp fragments and carved my own path.

I had wandered far from my essence,
Deemed myself worthless—a lost treasure.
That Raj Hans fell silent,
For playing the flute to the deaf is futile.
Layers of doubt muffled my ears,
While the call of Truth echoed on,
Yet I was drowning in an ocean of denial.

It was there within me, quiet,
Gathering its divine power.
A spark buried beneath mounds of dust
Now flares into a flame, lighting my being.
Reminding me who I am—
My truth, my dignity, my origin.

It seeks to lift me once more,
To be as I was, as I am meant to be.
A lifetime of heedlessness had withered me within,
Yet it could not bear to see me broken.
It would not allow me severed from my light,
Lost in the darkness of solitude.
It pulls me from the haze of shame and error,
Guiding me to its radiance—
To my home of peace,
Where winds of freedom blow,
Where elevation is my birthright.

Now my Raj Hans sings again,
Because I have learned to listen.
I no longer call myself shattered,
For I know the truth—
I was never truly broken,
Always connected,
Refined into gold by the fire of my being.
My selfhood is my crown,
For I am that Raj Hans—
The uncrowned king of the soul.