Gulzar-e-Ishq
So what am I to say of this wine you create
Enough to have all logic and sense vacate
It is a force which polishes the cosmos
Oh Queen of every chamber in my chest
Just like that, the heart overflows with a thud
A monsoon rain barraging into red flood
You are the marrow in my bones
That produces this blood
Itβs from Ψ§ΩΩΩ
