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In winning my beloved
I lost myself, in him
I merged, like a river  billowing
Into the sea; I let myself go
In abandonment…. As the boat sways away from shore
Dancing with tide. To  find oneself,
Many shores, one has to touch
And pass, pull the anchor up,
Let go of all that’s dear, like Khusrau.
To test the true pulse of love
Khusrau let himself be carried
Away with the currents, like a kite
In sky, trusting the holder of string.

Chaap Tilak: inspired by Amir Khusrau, it implies losing one’s identify in  mystical love, where the guru leads you to become another person altogether.

Mumtaz N Khorakiwala


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