Too much for too long has been gathering dust,
If eyes don’t see it and hands brush past,
Like a termite ridden log the original structure will remain,
But there’ll be hollow inroads made of nothing but dust.
If trembling hands find courage to draw lines on gathered dust,
They hand may get dirty but dust will disperse,
And the freshness , newness of the old will emerge.
If eyes don’t see it and hands brush past,
Like a termite ridden log the original structure will remain,
But there’ll be hollow inroads made of nothing but dust.
If trembling hands find courage to draw lines on gathered dust,
They hand may get dirty but dust will disperse,
And the freshness , newness of the old will emerge.
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| The Song of the Sufi Masroof |
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