After relentless rains and overwhelming floods, the sun finally shines, illuminating paths once lost to darkness. Just as nature finds renewal after a storm, so do our souls in the grace of the Divine. We, the wayward, burdened by countless missteps, seek His mercy to guide us toward roads where light prevails and shadows no longer haunt. This poem is a humble prayer for redemption, a longing to walk in the warmth of His boundless forgiveness. We, the waywards, very many our trespasses. Thou art the merciful, steering us to roads where the sun shines and shadows fall behind. Welfare unto all Rab rakha
Rhapsody resounds, resonating for eons, what'll be your echo?