It’s a chance moment
when inspiration strikes.
We caught the sparks
Flying like flint upon the page
Where Taj inscribed
Just our names.

Inscriptions Immortalised
By the artistry of the prolific one,
Who knows with great intimacy
The rhythms of the spoken tongue
And the beauty of the written word.
In such a one as this Masud, does
Language find its ultimate reason.

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