Standing on heavens Gate

I cried day and night
My tears are now drained
My face veiled with scars,
And my hands still chained.

Being released from prison is a desire now dead.
My glory journey of life is now at its end.

O'my beloved father now for that moment i await.

Once again you'll embrace me
Standing at Heaven's gate...

Owais Wani

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