The moon's soft glow, the river's pride,
Mixed with love where histories abide.
Agha Baker's heart in Khani Begum's eye,
A tale of longing beneath the grey sky.
Her charm, her dance, a spell unbound,
He cast his glare and made no sound.
Beneath the crimson halls of divine grace,
A new world formed, with tender embrace.
But fate was cruel, and lust took hold,
Daggers drew blood with shines of gold.
Their story was written in silent stone;
The night she fell, he died alone.
To honour her name, shaped with care,
A bread was made, fragrant in the air.
Each bite a whisper of love and fame;
Thus Bakerkhani earned its glorious name.