When his virtue in the blue waters was guessed in white
The night angel with all his powers was accessed in white
He was described as holy as the Bible of Jesus
And in dreams his name to a fairy was blessed in white
Who was listening to His sermon? Just mine and your soul
On the day of inception, when God addressed in white
When she was posing on the eve of celebration
I, really, by embellishments was impressed in white
Each tile is blood stained in emperor's court of justice
These are the cuts of the swords which were stressed in white
Oh! The moment when my letter was in your fingers
The feelings I wrote in it and heart were pressed in white
Cacti along the way, no water, a lone ranger
Was looking for you, Laila! His horse harnessed in white
The nature of my sins can be measured on that scale?
The purity of her nature was assessed in white
She was going out of church, with her groom happily
On the good day, l saw her last, she was dressed in white
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