A joy I cannot state,

An anxiety I cannot hide;

When the hold may not be there,

Yet his feel is by my side.

Yet his feel is by my side,

And I sense my finger gripped,

The serenity I ever dreamt,

Is this merriness; rectitude dipped.

Is this merriness; rectitude dipped!

And the thought of world impure,

May pave he the track to Him!

May be welcomed he at his door!

Copyright © 2001 Khan, Khalid Raza