true servant
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Broodings of a lone heart
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,…