Fulfillment with Empty Hands, Poetess - Dr. Sabina Yeasmin

Fulfillment with Empty Hands
Dr. Sabina Yeasmin

Even within the storm, a lamp burns—its name is compassion,
On the forehead of darkness, it paints the description of dawn.

The one who receives a blow on the cheek defeats the fire of hatred,
Washing the heart with the water of forgiveness, it finds victory through love.

Like bread, the warm hands of love become divided,
Remaining hungry oneself, it teaches—being human is the morning.

Sacrifice is not only a path of pain, but also a symbol of courage,
It is not surrender, but the song of standing for the truth.

In the eyes of the poor, it sees the radiant face of God,
Sitting beside the helpless, it lights the silent happiness of hope.

The river of humility flows across the fields of the heart,
The more a branch bends, the more fruits it bears.

It calls even the enemy a child of the same light,
The language of love is its greatest commandment.

Even coming with empty hands, it gives away the wealth of the heart,
Leaving nothing for itself, it becomes complete in the world of love.

The one who gives love with empty hands is the richest in the world.
The one who cries for humanity, history remembers that name forever.

Crossing the desert of greed, it plants the seeds of giving,
Even a drop of kindness can give birth to a forest in a moment.

When the world becomes tired and builds walls of division,
The light of love teaches again—heart opens the door of heart.

Finding a human within humanity, this is its eternal victory,
Love is the final truth—this message remains everlasting through ages.


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