It's Your grace people love me
I know I am nothing.
No quality of anything
Yet people call me perfect.
When I observe your grace
I forget my sins
I know I don't pay thanks
Yet I am in gratitude
O Lord I love you
I am nothing without you.
A nice poetic imagination, Ahatisham. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Inshaallah Mahashaallah humaree poetry read also be grateful young man