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They

The one who held my hands

when I wasn’t ready to walk in the land,

is worshipped from my heart every dawn.

Secured in his arms, I feel warm and safe,

Apart from myself, they are all that I have.

No worshipping of God, no devoting performed,

I see them every day, I read them through my eyes,

There is no love bigger, no matter where it comes from.

– Riya Shah

By Ray

POET| CONTENT WRITER| BLOGGER

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