Borrow Some Light for Me
Borrow me some Light,
So that I can enlighten
Your 
with it...
I find darkness every where,
In every hut of those
Who live their life,
Below the poverty line..
Their children wear cloths,
So many patches with,
Their huts protect them not
From sun heat, neither from rain
Nor from cold,
Some of them,
Live their life on narrow streets,
No roofs over their heads,
They share their breads in between,
Often they pass their nights without food..
Let me do something,
To grow them up,
From their hunger,
And basic needs..
Then I will turn towards you
Then only, I can draw you out
From depth of your dakness
Till you have to wait for me,
O' my Beloved...!
with it...
I find darkness every where,
In every hut of those
Who live their life,
Below the poverty line..
Their children wear cloths,
So many patches with,
Their huts protect them not
From sun heat, neither from rain
Nor from cold,
Some of them,
Live their life on narrow streets,
No roofs over their heads,
They share their breads in between,
Often they pass their nights without food..
Let me do something,
To grow them up,
From their hunger,
And basic needs..
Then I will turn towards you
Then only, I can draw you out
From depth of your dakness
Till you have to wait for me,
O' my Beloved...!
23 replies
There are many pplz who threw many food every day to dustbin which didnt evn touch, Who have alotz cloths in their wardrobe even many of those cloths didnt wear for 1 time, who have alots of compartment which didnt visit evn for 1 time each month. Such types of peoplez shud be simpathetic to those pplz who doesnt have food 4 eating, cloths 4 wearing,house 4 living.
Not bad..good post
It's good to share to other what we have,,and to give them little light. good posts
saahir: Borrow me some Light,
So that I can enlighten
Your with it...
I find darkness every where,
In every hut of those
Who live their life,
Below the poverty line..
Their children wear cloths,
So many patches with,
Their huts protect them not
From sun heat, neither from rain
Nor from cold,
Some of them,
Live their life on narrow streets,
No roofs over their heads,
They share their breads in between,
Often they pass their nights withouf food..
Let me do something,
To grow them up,
From their hunger,
And basic needs..
Then I will turn towards you
Then only, I can draw you out
From depth of your dakness
Till you have to wait for me,
O' my Beloved...!
Here is a candle with it...
I find darkness every where,
In every hut of those
Who live their life,
Below the poverty line..
Their children wear cloths,
So many patches with,
Their huts protect them not
From sun heat, neither from rain
Nor from cold,
Some of them,
Live their life on narrow streets,
No roofs over their heads,
They share their breads in between,
Often they pass their nights withouf food..
Let me do something,
To grow them up,
From their hunger,
And basic needs..
Then I will turn towards you
Then only, I can draw you out
From depth of your dakness
Till you have to wait for me,
O' my Beloved...!
4u
Nice words ... 
