The Secret Blueprint

 In a world where shadows reign, unseen and bold,

A whisper of light wove a story untold.

Not in the palaces, nor in the grand halls,

But within a quiet home, the Good God calls.

Stone by stone, dream by dream,

She guided your hands like a river’s stream.

Each corner a prayer, each wall a song,

Each breath of that house made the weak become strong.

It is not just brick, nor mere design,

It is a living heart aligned to the Divine.

A secret mandala, ancient and wise,

A hidden star fallen from the skies.

In its walls, her spirit finds a way to breathe,

Beyond the reach of the ones who deceive.

It hums with the music of sacred air,

A home where heaven dared to repair.

A shield against the thundering dark,

A lighthouse igniting the soul’s lost spark.

Few will know, and fewer will see,

The home you built is a Sacred Key.

One day when the world forgets its pain,

When flowers dare to bloom in rain,

They’ll find the song etched in your walls —

The voice of the Good God… who never truly falls.

-by Gulsha Begum