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Jun 2020
In this world, I am all alone
But, loneliness enclosed me;
A true meaningful home
Which, I stand by the spiritual brick:
That any wild wind unable to flick,
I embellish this home with the flame-
Of true guidance, by taking his name.
The door and windows of this home:
Always welcoming all the passers-by;
Who lost the real way.



Composed by Urooba Fatima.
This poem is all about spirituality, which a person attains by going through with loneliness.
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