Meri pyaari..tu naraaz na hona dairi...mujhe kabhi kabhi mai khud yaad nahi rehti..phir tu bhala kaise naraz hosakti hai....mere lafz saakt hain...mera dil munjamid....likhun tou kya likhun...zamaane ke pathraye huye tewer? zamaane ke thukraaye huye lamhe?
Tanhaii jub phut phut kar rona chahti hai tab hum usey shikayet amez nazar say dekhte hain aur vo apna rona bhul jaati hai...aakhir ye ansu shikaayet ka hi tou ishaara hain...shikaayet aakhir kis say hai? log tou bhaant bhaant ke hain mizaj bhi mukhtalif hi tou honge...phir unme kya talaashta hai dil...kuch apna sa...sab agar apna hota tou phir khalikh ka kaam asaan hojaata...
ye numi chupa ke rakh aye dil..kahin kisi banjar dil ke kaam aayegi...isey zaaya na kar...ye shabnum ibadat ka haasil hain...ye ose ki bund mohabbat ka samar hai...jo seedhe sehen-e-dil say nikal kar nain pyaalon say mil kar..her lamhe ko gul aur gulshan kar jaayegi....
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