In the pages of time, the heart carries a tale of love that even death can't touch. Mumtaz Mahal, my beloved, you were the light that colored my world. Your laughter was a melody, and your eyes reflected the dreams we shared.
But when fate stole you away, my heart broke. I, an emperor, felt powerless. But my love for you was a fire that even death couldn't put out. So, I decided to carve our story in marble. The Taj Mahal became our love's monument, where each piece of marble holds the echo of our love story. And the world watches as it stands tall - a symbol of a love that wouldn't fade.
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An Ode To بہادر شاہ ظفر ،تو کہیں ہو دل دیوانہ وہاں پہنچے گا شمع ہوگی جہاں پروانہ وہاں پہنچے گا۔ Wherever you wander, love's wild heart will find its way, In the glow of a candle, the fluttering moth will sway. An Ode To شکیل بدایونی ،تاج اک زندہ تصور ہے کسی شاعر کا اس کا افسانہ حقیقت کے سوا کچھ بھی نہیں۔ A crown is a living imagination of a poet, Its story is nothing but a reality. An Ode To شکیل بدایونی ،اس کے آغوش میں آ کر یہ گماں ہوتا ہے زندگی جیسے محبت کے سوا کچھ بھی نہیں۔ Wrapped in its hold, a thought takes wing, Life is a tale where love is the song we sing. |
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In the pages of time, the heart carries a tale of love that even death can't touch. Mumtaz Mahal, my beloved, you were the light that colored my world. Your laughter was a melody, and your eyes reflected the dreams we shared.
But when fate stole you away, my heart broke. I, an emperor, felt powerless. But my love for you was a fire that even death couldn't put out. So, I decided to carve our story in marble. The Taj Mahal became our love's monument, where each piece of marble holds the echo of our love story. And the world watches as it stands tall - a symbol of a love that wouldn't fade.
Material: Jacquard (100% Polyester)
About the Fit:
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An Ode To بہادر شاہ ظفر ،تو کہیں ہو دل دیوانہ وہاں پہنچے گا شمع ہوگی جہاں پروانہ وہاں پہنچے گا۔ Wherever you wander, love's wild heart will find its way, In the glow of a candle, the fluttering moth will sway. An Ode To شکیل بدایونی ،تاج اک زندہ تصور ہے کسی شاعر کا اس کا افسانہ حقیقت کے سوا کچھ بھی نہیں۔ A crown is a living imagination of a poet, Its story is nothing but a reality. An Ode To شکیل بدایونی ،اس کے آغوش میں آ کر یہ گماں ہوتا ہے زندگی جیسے محبت کے سوا کچھ بھی نہیں۔ Wrapped in its hold, a thought takes wing, Life is a tale where love is the song we sing. |