I and my burkhawalli bibi
Keep going together with
Wherever go I, move I
She keeps following me,
I following her,
I and my bibi.
She in the black gown,
I in my own,
She coming behind,
Sometimes together with me,
I and my burkhhawalli bibi,
I seeing her eyes visible,
She eyeing me with love.
She is but a negative,
A negative,
My burkhawalli bibi,
In the clouded skies
She appears to be a moon
Under the patches of
Playing hide and seek.
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