Touch

Black if they choose

To raise a knot that loose

Till they get what they wish

Touch of a self to bliss.

Five times just they said

In names of whom they bled

Close eyes and kneel before

The shawl they touch and swore.

Namajh even if I spell wrong

Paak what it would clean so strong

Bond that hold the roots in heart

For every beat and beads they start.

Yes, all are in their history

Travelling the earth and sand in mystery

Just to follow their First man's touch,

Oh God! That was born for the cause.