In realms entwined, where shadows writhe,
A soul ensnared in realms uncouth.
A dance with darkness, desire untamed,
Echoes of malevolence, the heart inflamed.
Through unworthy worlds, it roams,
A captive spirit seeking unholy homes.
In the corridors of vice, it yearns to conspire,
An odyssey of wickedness, an unholy fire.
Yet in the murk, a prophecy weaves,
A certainty that people, like seasons, cleave.
Change will blossom, a metamorphic tide,
As souls shed shadows, truth as their guide.
Chasing enlightenment through the abyss,
Where malevolence yields to a higher tryst.
In the crucible of time, redemption stirs,
A cosmic ballet, as the soul confers.
Evil desires, a transient haze,
Fade as dawn heralds a newfound phase.
The human spirit, an evolving tome,
In pursuit of truths, it finds its home.
So, in the labyrinth of fate's grand design,
A transformation whispers, a paradigm.
The unworthy worlds, now touched by grace,
As seekers emerge, a celestial chase.
-Rashid Ali Ghazipuri