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| When the roses lose their fragrance the world seems at an end the day has lost It's gladness what a blessing is poetry. | |||||
Kitne Hi Zakhm Mile    Mein bhi tau aag mein jalti hon seher hone tak Aansoo rukte hi nahein khaak-baser hone tak Kitne hi zakhm mile baais-e-ehsaas mujhey Kitne hi sheesh mehal torrey hain ghar hone tak Talkhiyaan barrh ke ik anbaar laga deti hain Manzilein choot bhi jati hain safer hone tak Baaz auqaat samander bhi tau jam jatey hain Muntazir rehte hai qatre bhi gohar hone tak Rafta rafta hi sitaron ko zia milti hai Barson lag jate hain konpal ko samar hone tak Kin mara-hil se guzar ke huey ye sholay dhuan Dekhtey tum bhi kabhi in ko sharar hone tak Saatein hijer ki naina ne guzarein tau likha Chaand taaron mein tera naam sehar hone tak      2006-12-22 13:53:57 GMT
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