Rattling of water on the rocks
Echoing of chirps in the open forests
Fleet of the running deer herds
Taciturnity of the deep valleys
Reminds You
How you made the water itinerant
How you raised the mountains high
How you beautify the butterfly
How you command all the specks
I see you in the warm eyes
I see you in the solicituding faces
I see you in the reuniting souls
I see you in the departing dejections
You are throned on high skyes
You dwell in the breaking sighes.
- Moin Khan
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