Oh mere rahabar

ye jo tere hatho me surkh gulaab hai
jiski khubsurati pe shaayad gulistaan ko bhi naaj hai

jiski surkh rangat ke charche ab to itne aam hai
ki har Aashiq ki mohabbat ka karte yhi
intejaam hai

jise dene ja rha tu kisi gair ko aaj hai
tujhe maalum hai
iski khubsurati ka aakhir kya raj hai

to suno btata hu tumhe

jab kisi sache Aashiq ka dil tut jata hai
aur uske tute huye dil se jab lahu nikal aata hai

tab lekar safed gulaab aasma se ek farishta jameen par aata hai
aur vo gulaab lahu me dubo jata hai

is tarah gulaab par ye khubsurat
rang-e-surkh charh jata hai
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Translation

Oh Beloved

This red rose in your hands
On its beauty perhaps the garden is also proud

discussions of its red color are so common now,
that it becomes the arrangement for the love of every lover now

You are going to give it to others today
You know
What is the secret of its beauty?

So listen I tell you

When a true lover breaks his heart
And when blood comes out of his broken heart

Then an angel comes from the sky with a white rose on the ground
And that angel dipped that rose in blood and turned red

In this way, this beautiful red color goes on the rose

Note:- it is a fictional story It has nothing to do with reality
😁😁😁

© Moyal

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