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Paradise Of The Morning Breeze
I live where the steep rocky hills emerge
With an old river and a tall tower, converge
Just where the muezzin calls the faithful
Gather their hearts, under the supreme ruler
Here, i heard the foremost sweet Quranic verses
With dawn's incense, in the purest breeze immersed
A holy voice, heartfeltly sending ascending calls
Into the dark blue sky, from the pious echoing halls
Wherupon i start gathering my self for the way
Fueled with much more pep, eager for a fruitful day
Inhaling the nectarous breeze coming from paradise
Before earth under the sun's glamour would rise
Still is the dusty life, bathed in the morning dew
Distilled drop by drop from Nature budding anew
Let me dip my thirsty quill,in every drop to instill
What Nature inspires me as poet,''Truth to spill ''
With an old river and a tall tower, converge
Just where the muezzin calls the faithful
Gather their hearts, under the supreme ruler
Here, i heard the foremost sweet Quranic verses
With dawn's incense, in the purest breeze immersed
A holy voice, heartfeltly sending ascending calls
Into the dark blue sky, from the pious echoing halls
Wherupon i start gathering my self for the way
Fueled with much more pep, eager for a fruitful day
Inhaling the nectarous breeze coming from paradise
Before earth under the sun's glamour would rise
Still is the dusty life, bathed in the morning dew
Distilled drop by drop from Nature budding anew
Let me dip my thirsty quill,in every drop to instill
What Nature inspires me as poet,''Truth to spill ''
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