by Asim Rafiq Mulla
And I hope the river never runs out,
Quenching the thirst of troubled crowd,
Saving them from the wrap of shroud,
A harmony to which all glory bowed,
Fighting alone against the sinful loud,
I just hope the river never runs out.
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Asim Rafiq Mulla
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