With Thee, all possibilities,
bereft of Thee, no knowledge.
No reflections, beyond Thy name,
and by Thy grace alone, all salvation.
Welfare unto all
Rab rakha
Each monsoon exposes the failures we normalize—flooded streets, choking drains, and a city forced to endure the same cycle. Come rains, and ...
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