Hold
Holding my temper, I cry
Holding my eyes, I censor
Holding my tongue, I’m muted
Holding my ears, I deafen
Holding my hunger, I starve
Holding my thirst, I dry up
Holding my love, I push back
Holding my zakat, I give
Holding everything Holy;
Holding and shunning evil.
Copyright © Rukhsana Afridi | Year Posted 2024
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