My soul still whispers of You,
This restless heart pursues only You.
In every breeze, Your fragrance flows,
In every dream, Your shadow grows.
The stars recall Your tender grace,
The moon reflects Your hidden face,
This world grows dim when far from You,
For all it craves begins in You.
Your light descends where darkness sleeps,
Your mercy flows where sorrow weeps,
Each breath I take—a prayer set free,
Each falling tear returns to Thee.
When silence speaks, I hear Your call,
You are the truth that guides it all,
Beyond the stars, beyond all view,
My soul was born to seek just You.
~ Asim Baadshah
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