Thee knows our rights and wrongs.
Our ins, outs in Thy hand.
All bits, each grain of sand,
thrives by Thy grace.
Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma.
Welfare unto all
Rab Rakha
Hark! The rhythm. The pellet drum rattles. The dance begins. The creation, the annihilation, the fleeing in-betweens, and beyond these appar...
No comments:
Post a Comment
Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.