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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. | |||||
Roz Dekha Hai   Roz socha hai ke tum mere ho mere ho naa Mein tau ik kaanch ke darya mein bahi jati hon Khann-khanatey huey hamraaz mujhe sun lo naa Rooh mein geet uter jate hain jaise khushbo Gungunati si koi shaam mujhe bhejo naa Phir se aankhon mein koi rang sajaley naina Kab se khwabon ko yahan bhool gai thi bona 2006-12-22 13:59:49 GMT
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