You, a crease of silk upon the soul,
Smile in dreams, about to rise whole.
Why not a wanderer, forever to roam,
A seeker lost within your home?
I, adrift, found only you.
Oh...
In paper boats, upon ocean's sway,
Carefree, selfless, where we play.
Why not a wanderer, forever to roam,
A seeker lost within your home?
I, adrift, found only you.
Oh...
They say all are yours, enthralled and bound,
Love's intoxication, deeply profound.
Khusrau and Ghalib, words they did weave,
From you, doomsday, from you, the world's leave.
Stretching, shifting, you'll awaken soon,
Why not a wanderer, beneath your moon?
A seeker lost within your home.
I, adrift, found only you.
Oh... Oh... Oh...
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