How can I utter what I hear...
...from my friend?
How can the friend's secret...
...be brought on lips?
Telling the truth is bitter;
Telling a lie seems sweet;
I must stich up my lips,
From both, truth and lie, I must refrain,
I must keep the pearls in the chest,
To save these from burglars,
Or, who don't know their worth,
He who has this secret known,
Must be a pilgrim to his shrine own,
A sanctuary of peace...
Go inside and see for yourself
Why this futile search outside?
Peace in the heart shall smile on your face,
The wonders inside us come on...
...the horizon of our mind,
And so the springs of knowledge and...
...wisdom flow on our tongues,
Inside you is really the Aleem and Hakeem,
Which you don't know about.
Mykoul
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