Thy flute is immersing sad songs ... He is aware of the sad tunes as the script is already written.
O 'Allah why you have made love?
The love enthralls limits,
Muses for beloved,
Chants unrhymed lamenting songs,
to captivate itself into the beauty of universe ...
Universe is a vast canvas of His paintings,
He strokes dark shades so light will be shed down inside the case
The bird would escape leaving the uncaged case
His script is already written
The flight is ready
noor
