Passion Attire

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Don't let any voice interrupt
The rhythm that flows ceaselessly
The stream of everlasting Passion
Soul's attire in world's distraction
Being God's blessed instrument
It leads us beyond huge distortions
It speaks to us in Warfield screams
Whispers silently fascinating lullabies
Leads us through feared of dungeons
Walks along the silent expeditions
Splashes eyes to guard the night
Takes us awake to Salvation
Realizing destined destination
Glowing along the journey of life
Shines 'The everlasting light of Passion'.

© Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015

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