BAZM: Shamsheer

Forged in fire, bathed in light,
A whisper of war, a dancer in flight.
You carve the fate of Sultan and slaves,
A lover of death, a keeper of graves.

Yet in your edge, the moonlight sings,
A tale of sorrow, the fall of Sultan.
Not just for war, but love you bleed,
A blade that serves the heart’s deep need.

Shamsheer....fierce, yet bound by grace, A silent poet in steel’s embrace.