How long do I have to wait?
Day in day out like a swallow
I stare at the black moon
To become a devotee
Faraway into the thick fog, the musician clad in a dull mustard suit, vanishes into thin air. His followers with long beards, unkempt hair and hands swinging in the air, playing to the tunes of the
ektara follow him religiously into the oblivion.
Nobody dares to question their motive, religion or background. For these mythical beings, the followers of Lalon, swear they have none. All they seek in this world are the guidance of the
Murshid– Guru, reconnection with their missing soul, and sight of the One and Only– the Alif, the Kali, the Supernatural, the Creator.