A word can be a river, an ocean, a meadow, a door, a staircase,
A word can be a world in itself.
Unless, you live it, live in it, peace is only a five letter word.
Peace could be a deep blue sky or a lush meadow to you,
A winding staircase, going all the way up,
Or it could be a word, carelessly thrown about.
Countless words of great magnitude,
Love, compassion, mercy, gratitude,
Unless, you walk past their threadbare drapery, the faded shine,
They’ll be mere words, elevating little of your mental poverty.
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| The Song of the Sufi Masroof |
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