The nightingale's song—
a gentle melody, wild and free—
echoes through the valleys,
a soothing serenade,
a lullaby of the divine,
endlessly played.
In its voice, I find peace,
a world of wonder—
my soul cannot release.
Its flowing notes awaken
the gentle murmur of my Ruh—
the moment I whispered:
Yes to my Lord,
answering His Alast's eternal call.
A guiding force,
soft yet unyielding,
it draws me ever closer
to the divine presence.
MyKoul
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