Look around you, soak yourself to all that's taking part in their own way.
I was walking down an avenue of trees. When my eyes fell ahead at the tops of trees arching themselves, the arch resembled the door of my mother's main door. My mother had recently passed away and an occasional sad thought had been rising in my mind. Witnessing the arch ahead, my mind raced to my mother's flat now empty, filled with silence. However, the arch of the bent heads of the trees made me suddenly feel that my mother is there. and if she's there, then she's everywhere. Yes, her spirit lives in all that I see around.
I had suddenly got the inspiration to the poem I was desiring to compose. I drew out the pen and the notebook and, leaning against the wall of a closed shop, composed the lines of the poem. Yes, I would read this poem in the forthcoming SAARC International SUFI Conference I was a delegate to. I have named the poem,
Mama, Don't Take This Badge Off Me