A Divine Sunset

And when the sun set this day,
A different sun it was,
A different day altogether.
Eyes stuck on the distant horizon,
Where the play was on,
The play of shades.
Numb heart bursting with divine bliss,
A bliss of His presence,
A bliss of His magnificence.
A bliss of His effulgence.
The frame on it’s way home,
Nevertheless the indulgent heart and mind
Left behind at His lotus feet.
The twilight sky and muses
Overlapping, twirling with the moving train.
As if in a beauty sleep I was in,
Only to be touched by some ethereal feather.
And the senses were restored
By the evening call from the mineret, the Azan,
Only to be taken away once more.
An answer perhaps’s all, the heart seeks
For the cliched question in thousand years.
It’s His bliss in all,
The reflection of the unique divine,
Then why do they fight, why this conflict by virtue of religion?