The wave of wine surges so intensely like blood through the veins of the grapevine that it seems to spread its wings with feathers of vivid color to take flight.
Ghalib paints a breathtaking picture of the grapevine, where the inner sap rushes so passionately that it turns into boiling blood before becoming wine. The resulting crimson wave of wine seems ready to take flight, unfurling radiant wings of pure color. On a deeper level, it reflects the restless creative fire inside an artist—the inner agony and intense passion that must bleed through before turning into ecstasy and art.
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