Under the moonlit nights
I love seeing the burwawalli
The moonface under the ghunghata,
I mean the moon under the purdah
And I writing my shayari and ghazal for her
And she coming to me as ghazal and shayri
And she doing the quawalli for me
Kissing my beards, just gesturing from far.
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