Lonely,open,vast and free,
One’s life like desert so gruelling,
As sandstorms passed with winds raging,
My heart withstood the tortous jeering,
Painting me black every morning and evening,
Where empathy rays were always missing,
With every trials surely Allah is guiding,
He gave me strength to endure suffering,
Thy will not mine,The King of Kings,
Thou knew my secrets vein by vein!
In the furnace of trials i am refined,
By grace of God all success streams,
O God! the love of all mortal beings,
Amidst scoffing i found solace within,
Their validation seems to me nothing,
Pray to my Lord,The One who has sufficed me,
Whose unfailing love poured over me,
With Your love all pain turned to medicine,
A true servant to whom God says-“I am thine,thou art mine”
uzmasaad 
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