Gel Anama Deyme Dunya 2017 Here

The world is a restless tide,Turning stones and shifting sands,But let it pause its heavy strideAnd spare the warmth of her hands.

O World, be gentle with her years,Keep the sorrow from her eyes;Don't trade her laughter for your tears,Underneath these changing skies. Context & Inspiration Gel Anama Deyme Dunya 2017

Don’t bring the winter to her door,Or cast a shadow where she stands;She is the peace we’re looking for,The softest light in all these lands. The world is a restless tide,Turning stones and