It was an unwritten world before
She came all of sudden to write me
Like the mystic prayer, like the breezy wave
She imparted in me her inner fragrance
See, I am her symbol today
From a child I grew to man
Of course, she made me walk all the while
She was my true comrade
Malir's melody mused my beats
And introduced me to the oceanic speed
Stairways etch my story, her steps are everywhere
To my ruins, only that Indusian lady was a close historian!
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