Days pass and so does the night.
I lay on my bed masking in your wonders.
I think how do the skies come about?
How does the rain fall from droplets till it becomes a flood?
How does the ground still stand firm each passing day??
But most wondrous of all is "How do i come about"?
I breathe every single day,
But still i never run out of air.
I walk the surface every minute,
But still my legs are firm.
I speak blasphemies every second,
But still you provide for me.
Indeed, your bounties are never ending.
Your mercy and grace are eternal.
Yet little thanks do we give to you.
Indeed, you are AR~RAHMAN.