one night, out of slumber,
as my sleep broke out,
I asked myself, looking at the sky above,
what is death?
if not the liberation of the soul?
freedom of the spirit?
in a cage, of mud,
blooming out to be free,
but forbidden to escape,
unless, its the time,
unless its the invite,
from the Creator,
who banished, mankind,
from Heavens above,
to Earth, down below,
so that they,
redeem,
&
rectify,
their actions,
& be free,
of the whisperer's
whispers
-Kazi