Game of Chess: Part XIII
For Those Dark Eyes and Zafraan Face
I stare at that bottle of Cotes du Rhone
And wonder what's the cause of man's obsession
Is not the Sheraab just a mere preparation?
Towards where lies the greatest addiction?
What is there in a woman's beauty?
That will drive men till eternity?
Did Helen of Troy ever exist?
Are they simply stories of insanity?
Shahjehaan built the tomb of poetry
For his beloved Mumtaz, the Queen
The tomb bears the testimony of Hindusthaan
We're the greatest lovers the world has seen
The night has grown old so quickly and so has Asrar
The candle is finishing and so is the wine
He sits all alone, singing and looking at that lovely moon
YES. Only a true woman can make a night really shine!
-- Somewhere, sometime in England
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