In the gardens of history, his words bloom,
Amir Khusro, the poet of love and doom.
With every verse, he paints a dream,
Bridging worlds through a timeless stream.
His melodies linger in the air,
A symphony of passion beyond compare.
Whispering secrets of heart and soul,
In his lines, we find ourselves whole.
The stars above echo his rhyme,
Transcending the boundaries of space and time.
A beacon of light in the darkest night,
Guiding lost souls towards the light.
Oh, Amir Khusro, your legacy remains,
Inspiring hearts through joys and pains.
Your poetry, an eternal flame,
Ensuring the world remembers your name.