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Wednesday, August 31, 2022

in Thee I find

The rust of trivia, smears, stains my mind,

corroded by my sins, I maunder blind.

Venerated Thy name, my sole refuge,

peace, joy, solace and bliss in Thee I find.



Welfare unto all

Rab rakha

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