Your grace I wear,
It fills my heart, it takes my fear,
I don’t mind the mockery now,
There’s a strange likeness in the mocking faces,
They are cold, like I once was,
How do I show them the beauty of this place?
The warmth, the wonder, the blessedness?
My words mean little,
But if they were to ask for you,
You would make them see what I do,
You seek us out,
The day we truly wish to be found.
It fills my heart, it takes my fear,
I don’t mind the mockery now,
There’s a strange likeness in the mocking faces,
They are cold, like I once was,
How do I show them the beauty of this place?
The warmth, the wonder, the blessedness?
My words mean little,
But if they were to ask for you,
You would make them see what I do,
You seek us out,
The day we truly wish to be found.
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| The Song Of The Sufi Masroof |
2 comments:
Loved this
@Vikram Sir, thank you so v much! I am so gald you loved it :)
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