When will this world learn,
that love is the stream,
of heaven.
Blessed with the stern,
of God with a beam,
of lesson.
Why are they against his call,
for in the end,
it is his shawl,
that protects us from every fall.
Oh fellows!
Try to decode the language of God.
Love! the pure form,
the cure form,
the sure form ,
of God.
(Few lines by--
Falkiya Najam)
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