Thy August Gift

As I smoothen 

the wrinkles and creases

of voile, 

draping, flattening the fabric 

and setting elegant pleats,

Thy glorious hymns

playing in background,

a strange feeling 

courses through my veins.

A few finishing touches

and I step out,

regal and radiant. 

Outside, I may be deprived. 

But such is Thy grace, 

magnanimous Thy blessings, 

that I am royalty within. 

Thy august gift, a divine crown,

I wear it proudly. 

Daily.

Welfare unto all 

Rab rakha