All our indulgences,
dried safflower leaves,
soul-fabric dyed and redyed.
Oh and the color always fades.
Whilst The indulgence of Thy name,
stays fast, like the red of madder roots.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
Home in their arms An autumnal reflection on the enduring comfort of parental love, where every season feels beautiful, sheltered, and care...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.