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Asko k girane ki aahat nahi hoti..
Dil k tutane par koi chaahat nahi hoti,
Gar hota khuda ko har dard ka ehsash..
To use yu dard dene ki aadat na hoti.
Jaane kyu jahaa me aisa hota hai..
Khusi jo subko de wahi rota hai.
Umar bhar na nibha sake jo..
Na jane pyar usi se kyu hota hai.
Kyu gilaa kare tumse bewafaai ka..
Hum khud hi laaye the ye mausham tanhaai ka,
Tum to milo door the humse..
Hum hi peecha karte rahe tumhari parchai ka.
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