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Na jane kaise guzaron gi...!   Haw-e-tund pe muskan banana chahti hon Wo jin ki aankhon mein hota hai zindagi ka mallal Usi qabeeley se khud ko milana chahti hon Jahan ke band hain sadiyon se mujh pe darwaaze Mein eik baar usi ghar mein jana chahti hon Sitam-shuaar ki chaukhat pe adal ki zanjeer Bara-e-daad-rasee ab hilana chahti hon Na jane kaise guzaron gi hijer ki saa-at Gharri ko torr ke sab bhool jana chahti hon Musafiron ko mile manzil-e-talab naina Musafirah hon wafa ki thikana chahti hon 2006-12-22 13:55:30 GMT
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