To me He had said:
"In what respect should you fret;
I am here, so do not cry."
Myself He had told:
"The golden light will arrive;
It will rid all ebony;
Mind my words, and don't forget."
A line of stars in the heavens
Say they also are not helpless.
By moon's smile will get erased
Their pain and distress.
In the scorching heat of summer,
If flames be unbearable,
A southern breeze will carry
Honeyed implication.
From anybody's pinching words,
If at heart be felt a hurt,
The tune of hawk-cuckoo, essence of ambrosia,
Will remove all torment.
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Thursday, September 16, 2021
The sun also rises
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By His grace, after night comes the day.
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