Divine Connection
After an evening, the daybreak rises upon me,
Not with out purpose, this colourful dream unfolds.
It’s however an creativeness, my Creator, manifesting actuality,
In His view, prospects flip to certainty.
Such religion that love turns into the guts’s treasure,
The mirror of hope, my buddies, if He’s there, so are we.
That blow upon the horizon has appeared,
If ebb and movement exist, then we do too.
Depart on this world some hint of proof,
From mud and particles, a complete universe prospers.
Aslam Murad