By Athar Mudasir
Water water everywhere, what a pleasant form are thy everwhere
Falling from heavens with counted drops
Nourishing the deal soul of fallen barren lands
How grand is thy virtue, slams and carves thy like Potter
How decent is thy nature adjusts in any form and colour
Doesn't hold in the prideful hand, But seeks the benevolent thirsty
How bitter you appear so sweet thy taste, Leaving nothing in haste nor waste
Thou you envelope life, But not let a single drop to snatch anywhere
sets a wall between seas non-breaches other
Thou nothing holds on you, everyone has fear and fate to drown,
But, yet thy hold ships to sail through the horizon.
less are the words for your benevolence service to the lord
thy hold the Ship of Noah
thy apart the sea letting Mosa cross the Pharaon and his crew
thy let Younis cross the sea in the belly of fish
thy let Yousif find his fate and test patience of Yaqoob
so which of the favour of your Lord would you deny?
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