May 2014
Outside
The window
The breeze sings
His holy verses
He would recite
In praise of
the Almighty
My room echoes
Solitude woven
With his smiles
haunting me
To be part of
Universal truth
Any time
The window
The breeze sings
His holy verses
He would recite
In praise of
the Almighty
My room echoes
Solitude woven
With his smiles
haunting me
To be part of
Universal truth
Any time
