Thee knows our rights and wrongs.
Our ins, outs in Thy hand.
All bits, each grain of sand,
thrives by Thy grace.
Jai Ma. Jai Jai Ma.
Welfare unto all
Rab Rakha
Words of Winds
A little meditation on autumn winds, where nature’s music turns into a metaphor for love, renewal, and the quiet breath of life. winds sing ...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.