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As the kite for the wind and farmers for the monsoon, the Heart waits for the holy month of Rabiul Awwal to celebrate.

In order to save the heart from death-blood, it is inevitable to unyoke from the comfort-shell of kinship and get soaked in tears of Beloved’s longing.

Incomplete, incompetent am I / Save my pain have I no gift any.

Ya Rasoolullah ! You are all that I can humanly describe / And beyond

And then will you plead / Like never before / Beads of Tears n words will you join / Like never before