Gurupurab special thoughts :
Springs of your mercy.
But blinded by our follies,
dark, dense, our pathways.
Thee be the lighthouse by sea,
that guides tossing boats ashore.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
Folds of Autumn
Folds of Autumn Some seasons arrive softly— in a lingering moon, distant birdsong, and memories that blush across the horizon. And when the ...
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.