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The pulse of freedom

There is a sight I hold dear. A misty morning, a grey veil, green hills in the background, lush and abundant. On the fore, at about 100 feet...

Monday, July 29, 2024

The bliss

Come, let's sing Thy glories,
and rejoice in Thy name.
In Thy pious chant,
a heavenly bliss,
the ultimate pleasure.
Gradually, our sins are washed.
Slowly, our sorrows are erased.
Steadily, we are cleansed.
Definitely, we are favored.

Welfare unto all 
Rab rakha 

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