Stuck in your Hussein's fist * Ganj *
Ishq * is immersed in Aral Ghat.
Heart beats were never * Civil Lines *
Memories are now made * Companybug *
You seem to be like Gillauri * Gol Park *
- Rusty is the mouth of rustic food.
Seeing the * Mankameshwar Temple * of your Surat,
My mind also goes to Saraswati Ghat *.
Chitrangi ho * * Katara * Macket evening,
My love is like * Chowk * Market
Your thin waist is like lanes * of Rani Mandi *
My heart stops at Jamsen Ganj *.
Body is beautiful your mind * Anand Bhawan * Sa,
And they are bathed in the hopeful * confluence *.