we dwell on Thy hymns, songs.
Thee impairs all our wrongs.
Our brood rests safe.
Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma.
Welfare unto all
Rab Rakha
Home in their arms An autumnal reflection on the enduring comfort of parental love, where every season feels beautiful, sheltered, and care...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.