A River That Never Ends
By Shafqat MH
A hand that gives, a heart that mends,
A river flows in its ceaseless stream,
The water has risen in wells, in books that teach,
In kindness placed within our reach.
Each grain of mercy, each prayer mumbled,
Builds a house where love is sown,
So give, and let the blessing grow,
A light that time will never slow.
Not lost, not gone, nor fades away,
But shines upon the Judgment Day.
Forty dawns and dusk have passed,
yet memory of the departed still shines,
wrapped in mercy, beyond all time,
Their children risen, their voices weave,
a chorus of faith, hearts that believe.
The world may forget, but Allah sees,
The quiet gifts, the selfless entreaty.
None can be measured in gold,
nor be weighed in sand,
But held in His merciful hand.
Robes of rainbow, bright as day,
gathering in love, to kneel and pray.
In every murmur,
In every sacred entreaty,
His name ascends, eternally free.
Not lost, not gone, nor fades away,
But shines upon the Judgment Day.
A child learns to read, a voice finds its path,
A thirsty heart drinks from kindness today.
A seed once planted, now stands as a shade,
A deed still speaks with open hands.
Not in stone nor fleeting sand,
but in His hands that give and hearts that stand.
A gift of love, a prayer of light,
illuminates the soul in endless flight.
Ya Rahman, Ya Raheem ~
accept this kindness, make it a stream.
A river flows in its ceas
eless stream,
His mercy written beyond the sky.
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Beautiful!