In the hands of the Maker, all things are grand,



A masterpiece, a work of art, so divine and so grand.



The world is a canvas, with colors so bright,



A symphony of hues, a true delight.







The trees sway gently, their leaves rustling in the breeze,



Their branches stretching high, a testament to His ease.



The flowers bloom in vibrant hues, a sweet perfume,



A reflection of His love, in every room.







The creatures of the wild, they roam and they play,



A testament to His power, in every way.



Their beauty and grace, a true wonder to see,



A reflection of His glory, for all to be free.







But alas, as the hands of man, they fade and they decline,



The beauty of creation, lost in the grime.



The world becomes tainted, with the stain of sin,



A once grand vision, now but a distant kin.







The trees wither away, their once green hue,



Now withered and bare, a sight anew.



The flowers once sweet, now wilted and dry,



Their perfume once sweet, now but a sigh.







The creatures of the wild, they struggle to survive,



In a world that's lost its way, they must strive.



Their beauty and grace, now but a distant dream,



A reflection of man's disregard, a true shame.







But still, in the hands of the Maker, there's hope,



A chance for redemption, a new scope.



For in His love and grace, there's a way to start,



A chance for renewal, a new heart.







So let us turn to Him, and seek His guidance,



Let us remember, His love and His might.



For in His hands, all things are possible,



A new creation, a new life, a new sight.





सबर ही जिहीसाब है बस यही सवाल है



झुठ पे झुठ औरा फिरी नाहक जबाल है



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दोस्ती या दुष्मनी, मिरे यू हलाक सबदू



सोबत ही सब यू है कि बला लाजवाब है



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बात तो चाद या चादगी ए सफर बतादू



माईक जाहिल षोर बस यही सजाल है



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सरक यू भीड़ गाफिल कबजा गले सटादू



अलसुबह अनजाने आसू जिन्दगी कंटाल है



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जांत पात बटाधार, हिस्बे दिख्या हटादू



सपने अपने तो अपने है साकी इंकलाब है



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ईमान रंगरेली, बुखार ए सदका जब कहदू



टाई मफलर मयखाना, शाम एक तलाभ है



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लफाजी बवाल, जिन्दगी नशासाज रहन करदू



ये हवाबाजी, सौदा ए कुर्सी, रहभर जंजाल है



Embrace your inner divinity and affirm your immortality. Surrender to the boundless potential within you and awaken to the realization of your eternal nature. #Divinity #Immortality #SelfRealization "

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