Khalid A Mystic

In twilight's hush, where shadows place, I met a mystic Khalid, on my way, A Qwaali singer, with a voice so fine, He sang of secrets and heart's deep mine. The townspeople warned, with whispers and fear, "Beware the mad man, with eyes that peer". But I was drawn, like a moth to flame, To, Khalid's wisdom, and his mystic name. He spoke of souls, and the universes design,. Of mysteries hidden, and the heart's deep shine, "We are nothing in this body," he would say, "We are everything in this soul, come what may". His eyes like lanterns, shone bright in night, As he shared tales of saint's and the mystic light. He cautioned me, with a gentle guiding hand. Against seeking too much, and mind's fragile stand. "Be patient my child " he would whisper low, "Trust in the universe's wisdom, and let your spirit glow, And as I listened, my heart began to see, A world of wonder and reality, Khalid, the mystic, with a voice so divine, Taught me love, and the hearts deep shrine. His wisdom guides me, like beacon in the night, And in his words, I find solace and peaceful light.