Here are three ways to develop the text: Title: Bukhaar (The Fever)
Chorus: Bukhaar in my chest. Bukhaar in my bones. Every degree rising— and I don’t want to come down. Let me burn slow in your shadow. Let this fever be my home. Bukhaar - Bayanni
Verse 1: There’s a heat that doesn’t break at midnight. It doesn’t care for medicine or prayer. You walked in—no drum, no warning— and my skin started remembering what fire felt like. Here are three ways to develop the text: