In the heart of Delhi’s ancient streets,
Where whispers of history softly meet,
There lived a poet with a soul so deep,
His words would stir and gently sweep.

Amir Khusro, a name so grand,
With melodies that traversed the land,
His verses, a bridge ‘tween earth and sky,
In every heart, his echoes lie.

He sang of love, of joy, and pain,
His lyrics, a soothing, gentle rain,
A beacon in the dark of night,
His wisdom, a guiding light.

Through centuries, his voice still rings,
In every song the world now sings,
A timeless bard, forever free,
In Khusro’s words, we find our key.