Amidst the chaos, a slight rest,
like birds returning to their nest,
to start morrow afresh with zest.
Peaceful, the song of the fountain.
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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.