When your tears flow on my cheek, br Wet and salty, they grow br Fond of your skin so warm, our love br Like the smell of incense br Spreads from house to house in the wind, br Like the song of our passion, br My name you have written in every line, br Our love penned in gold br When you hold my hand for your lips br To kiss, I hold yours to my br Eyes and my heart for you to feel the cries br The blood laced sword you place br At my feet, Oh! Conqueror of the world, br I will place in your hands, br The sword will turn into a rose red so deep and br Then it will turn into a dove br Which flies away as we watch hand in hand br br In sequel to poem cruel glance by poet Sadiqullah Khan br (Thank you Sadiq for bringing out this is in me)br br Reshma Rameshbr br