Miracles, rarely practiced

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         Miracles, rarely practiced

The gentle hand and its stately magic,

Lights a fading heart, the fallen and tragic,

Its soft touch, as overtakes the gloom,

The waned passions, surge and bloom!

 

Lo the stunning magic, of a kind smile,

May enliven the ashen face, in a while,

Throwing a spell, the sullen face over,

Embellish it, aye charisma shall hover!

 

And mesmeric, the rule of a kind word,

The choicest pearl; a rarity in the world,

Many a grievous bruise, aye ‘twill heal,

From a dejected heart, the hurts steal!

 

O behold the power, of a listening ear,

Abating the horrors; of sting and fear,

The pent up emotions, discover voice,

As the crest-fallen, learn their choice!

 

Behold the command, of a compliment,

Truthful, and loaded with blithely scent,

An idyllic whiff, for overwhelmed mind,

To brighten it up, in very pink-rosy kind!

 

Enjoying the rapture, of an act of caring,

Meliorating a life around, great blessing!

Sharing, caring and the conjoint binding,

Are the beads of rosary, always turning!

 

 

By Dr. Riaz Ahmad, ​​​​​​​July 11, 2026

 

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