The Master himself has invented it
Those who share my pain
make my life even more miserable
How can one steal the colours of butterflies
Or catch the chasing shadows of moments
All trapped in life circles
Can they show me straight path
Obsessed with my passion for roaming
That unchanged remains destination
as unchanged my path
Will meeting of lovers bring them together for life
Will desiring each other change their destiny
God knows what attraction holds her memory
When her name is spoken -winds dance
Everytime I write tales of woe of you
Tears wash down the letters completely
When I searched in skies and distant land
I found it in a dark corner of my heart
Majnu seen ever yourself
Or are you with laila inhabiting sand
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