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
Some expressions of love are quiet enough to be overlooked in the moment. Looking back, I realize that countless early mornings began with a...
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