Where Yamuna's desolate shore finds love's final hold,
Lies, draped in moonlight's shroud, fate's story told.
Whom shall I ask, now, if Mumtaz they've seen?
Mine too, a Mumtaz, once, mine too, a queen.
Behind stone's veiled embrace, scents softly bloom,
Solitudes whisper not, within the silent tomb.
Branches sway, their shadows dance and bend,
But echoes of solace, they do not extend.
Waves caress the shore, in playful ease,
Their languid sighs, bring no release.
They know, and yet they keep their silence deep,
As fate does mine, the secrets that I keep.
We bared our souls to them, our hearts laid bare,
Whom shall I ask, now, if Mumtaz they've seen?
Mine too, a Mumtaz, once, mine too, a queen.
In earth's embrace, faint footprints softly fade,
A silent trace, a memory made.
The first, still sky, its stars dimmed in the night,
A world of stars, hushed in pale light.
This beautiful night, a blossoming space,
A youthful garden, its beauty to embrace.
Colors enraptured, lost in their own delight,
How can I now, my sorrow make them feel the plight?
Whom shall I ask, now, if Mumtaz they've seen?
Mine too, a Mumtaz, once, mine too, a queen.
Mine too, a Mumtaz, once, mine too, a queen.
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