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
A welcome glint
In moments of stillness, when the chaos quiets and nature reveals its gentle truths, even a fleeting beam of sunlight becomes a messenger of...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.