There are times!
For you, I have been prime,
Like the stars for the night,
The thread for the kite,
To fly high in the air,
To defy and care.
There are times!
For you, I have been prime,
Like the shadow to cover,
The meadow for the fragrance all over,
To revel in the beauty,
To rest in your lap.
There are times!
For you, I have been prime.
Now, why the turn?
Why do you make my heartburn?
The ways are separated,
The relation is complicated.

Waah ustaad, melaaa luut liyaa
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