In the quiet whispers of a bygone era,
Amir Khusro’s words dance in the breeze,
Crafting melodies that transcend the earth,
A symphony of love and eternal peace.
His pen, a bridge between hearts and skies,
Unfolding tales of passion and grace,
With every verse, a world anew,
In the silence, his spirit we embrace.
Through the corridors of time, his voice resounds,
A beacon of wisdom, a timeless guide,
In the tapestry of his poetic dreams,
A sanctuary where our souls reside.
Oh, Khusro, the minstrel of the soul,
Your legacy, a lantern in the night,
In every heart, your verses glow,
A testament to love’s eternal light.