yeh tera husn nasha hai magar khumaar nahi
yeh tera jism chaman hai magar bahaar nahi
yeh maanata hoon adaao ki tu hai ik tasvir
magar kami hai toh bas yeh ke shaahkaaar nahi, shaahkaaar nahi

Your beauty's a wine, intoxicant true,
But leaves no lingering, soul-aching dew.
Your body, a garden, vibrant and bright,
Yet lacks the spring's whisper, the sun's golden light.

I concede, in your grace, a portrait's art,
A vision that captivates the heart.
But missing, the essence, the core defined,
A masterpiece lost, the ultimate find.
Lost to time.