Thou be my refuge,
from stormy winds and tempest.
Thee, we seek with faith.
Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
After every downpour, life quietly resumes—hungry creatures forage, grey skies linger, and unexpected beauty finds its place among the passi...
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