The long dim shadows,
Of surrounding trees,
The hooting sound of an owl,
With enchanting whispers of the breeze,
A man whose house was in the woods was looking through the windows,
suddenly he heard a creepy voice of howl.

He was sacred of the rate,
this scene reminded him everything that had happened in the past,
what was going on his heart he couldn't make to illustrate,
the intensity of pain was very vast,
he had an idea that finally this was the date of his death,
life had hitted him innumerable times before death.

There after a black Shadow stood before him,
said, the shadow someone's life is their state of being alive,
he had gained a lot of wisdom so he understood the whim,
the shadow sensed he was a man of ritualive,
said, the shadow it's time to go to another world,
which will be peaceful for you ;then right deeds allow you heaven of bless,
he felt merry, favourable,opportune to enter into the dreamworld,
he forgot all the sorrows of life,as he was never Passionless.

Misba Iqbal