The Call Of My Heart Poem by Ahatisham Alam
The Call Of My Heart
Make or mar, In Thy Hands,
All the oceans and the lands.
Rising of sun and the moon,
Is the expression of Thy boon.
Always Thy String I want to hold,
My Master! Let me Thy Grace behold.
Show of the way straight.
And the way You have rewarded.
My Maker! Give me power to wait.
I want myself, from the world, discarded.
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4/23/2024 3:53:58 PM # 1.0.0.1119
this has undertones of a longing that is in every heart. well written