Poetry sirf aunk liye hoti jink dill toot huwe hotay,
Aur phir apni kahani ko apne dard ko ishi tara bayan ishi tara mehsooz aur kartay h,
Wo kahi jana charahy hotay
Am toor par ye dard aunko mohabath se milta h
Ye mohabath ku hoti h
Ku koi shakaz acha lagne lagta h
Ku ausse dekne ko jee chata ha ku ausk bina dill bari sa hojata h
Aur ek waqt u b ahjata h wo humaysha k liye dur hojata h ye dard phir ku khatam nai hota
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