In the golden temple of perfect silence
I hear the sweet melodies of broken hearts
In the fertile land of pitch darkness
I see the bright faces of the toiling masses
In the milky sands of barren deserts
I enjoy the sweet chilness of scorching sun
In the biting cold of snow clad Himalayas
I see the pleasant warmth of the Divine grace
In the criminal mind of hardcore outlaw
I smell an aroma of love and kindness
In the wonderful universe of God's creation
Nothing is beyond His purview and protection!
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