TWILIGHT

I speak to the mountains
Far and high above the plains
I speak to them every day and every night
Of stories and poems
Of wars and peace
Of men and their indulgence
I speak to them in silence
Silence like singing lullabies
They listen to me with patience
They stand still all the while
But I walk around them, sit down sometimes
By the oak tree and take a nap
They wait for me till I wake up
To continue my stories and poems
They grew young and I grew old in years
But we never stopped these meetings
Until one day when I ran out of words.
The mountains looked down to me
With frowning foreheads
And adjusted their throats a little
Clearing the fog to get some space
I looked at them with a face of child
Like the ones waiting for the evening fables
O' son, they began with voice of god
Like the one from the Greek mythologies
O' son, we have grown up so old
To come down to you and play for while
We like your stories and poems, shared
We listened to them all our time
But the moment has come to depart
We cannot have you all the time at feet,
Do climb us, take some chance
And walk beyond us
Walk to the new worlds
And meet people to make new friends.
Walk to the needy and the weak
And help them get what they seek
Walk to the guilty and restless
And preach them the lessons of faith and forgiveness
Walk to every corner of the world
But not just around our feet
Because good things are not for us alone
They should belong to everyone with a beautiful heart
Your stories are not for who can hear
But for those who cant listen
They are not for who can speak
But for those who cant shout
They are not for who can see
But for those who cant perceive
They are not for who can sense
But for those who cant feel.
Walk ahead my son, the world is waiting
Walk beyond us and help the dying.
They bid me a leave and lost into the night
Making the way for me to burn the new light.

-Aroon Che