Mar 2018
I am what I was meant to be,
No more, No less I was made to be
This cage that holds the amber,
May be looking ugly and under,
But it is meant to be like it was created,
By the Master Himself and then saved,
So who am I to change the way,
When it is bound one day to decay
As the amber leaves on its way...
(Khan, BA)
No more, No less I was made to be
This cage that holds the amber,
May be looking ugly and under,
But it is meant to be like it was created,
By the Master Himself and then saved,
So who am I to change the way,
When it is bound one day to decay
As the amber leaves on its way...
(Khan, BA)
In reply to one of my friends poem.
We were created perfect.The Imperfections that we find in us are only in our minds, not knowing that we are perfect as meant to be..
We were created perfect.The Imperfections that we find in us are only in our minds, not knowing that we are perfect as meant to be..
