Supreme absolute.
The rising sun of summers,
potent Thy nomen.
Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
Thy grace be
In the burning cauldrons, through the humming saws, across the poles - wrapped in cotton and set aflame, and in the swift strike of tyr...
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The sun was nearly gone. So were the last of his passengers. That was what he thought. Driving the cab at snail-pace through city’s traffi...
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And 'tis be our aim. Guided by faith, hope and love. And of these, my dear... Well, love stands at both the ends... the fount and t...
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