pyar hone laga hai
mujhko pyar hone laga hai
dil khone laga hai
pyar hone laga hai

The heart, a captive bird, begins to sing,
A new dawn paints the chambers where shadows cling.
Love's tendrils, woven, gently start to bind,
A silent bloom, within the soul, I find.

The heart, adrift, now seeks a boundless sea,
To lose itself in sweet immensity.
Love's echo whispers, soft and ever near,
A universe unfolding, banishing all fear.