Zafar, write another ghazal by changing the rhyme, for the river of your poetic disposition is now surging with waves.

In this lively self-address, Zafar is riding a magnificent high of creative inspiration and egging himself on to keep writing. He pictures his poetic mind as a river in full spate, where waves of fresh ideas are surging and crashing with energy. When the muse strikes with such overwhelming force, he tells himself not to stop—just switch the rhyme and let the poetry pour out freely.