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 1792008br br Sadiqullah Khanbr br