The Saint In Darkness

By Sheikh Shabir Kulgami

Clad in the white dress, away he walks eyes on his feet,

Words of honey, he gifts all along and wins a word-

The word of praise wherever he goes:

The clean and shining white dress was torn under arms

And here and there had black spots

But who could see the flaws in the dress through their dark glass?

It was an era of sainthood for him,

The long night of darkness had blinded them.

By Sheikh Shabir Kulgami