thak gaye ham unka intzaar karte karte
hazaar baar khuda se fariyad karte karte
Ek labz bhi na nikla unki zuba se
Or ham toot gaye ek tarfa pyar karte karte
Jane kyo aisa hota hai
Jo de sabko khusi wahi kyo rota hai
Umar bhar saath mil na sake uska
Jaane kyo usi se pyar hota hai
Phoolo ke baad Phal aate hai
Teri Yaad se dard aate hai !
Tujhe Bhulana mumkin nahi,
Tujhe Pane ko taras jate hai !!
I Love Poetry 7
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