The night’s darkness falling <br />On the city of dreams <br />The drizzle that has been raining <br />For thousands of years <br />On the stone inscriptions* <br /> <br />The angel of night had this time <br />Brought stories of ancient love <br />In midst a thought like a jump <br />Of the small fish or a star blinking <br /> <br />Will like strength we have learned <br />In the books and the rituals of faith <br />To survive when we are hurt by times <br />In our certitude with destiny <br /> <br />The destiny of self that in the physical world <br />Is destined to disintegrate into the unknown <br />Only to survive in the realm of soul <br />And never to return back or we shall discover <br /> <br />And the demon of will <br />Like the consciousness of being <br />That takes us enchained <br />The night’s angel <br />Whispered into my ears <br />Yet another freedom <br />The Freedom from will <br />(On visiting Asoka’s stone inscriptions in Mansehra) <br />17/9/2008<br /><br />Sadiqullah Khan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/freedom-from-will/
