The Almighty Of Rekhta
Now reached at your gate then why to be terrified of prayer,
Mankind may call heathen, meaningless, tarnish and place of slaughter.
Split second passed in a jiffy so longing for a moment is not desired,
Wish to stay at this moment only it will be acknowledged as fair.
Meshed in misfortune and oppression chalked the envoy as stranger,
Sin committed in unconsciousness, consider permission to moan is fair.
It is not strangers or others, this tyranny is chalked out by a very fan,
If deposition is started, what others will comprehend and what will be clear.
Completed all the age in search to cure complications of restless mind,
Blues of parting are not happening in this cloudy spring then it will be rare.