Gurupurab special thoughts :
Springs of your mercy.
But blinded by our follies,
dark, dense, our pathways.
Thee be the lighthouse by sea,
that guides tossing boats ashore.
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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