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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. | |||||
Usko Ehsaas Ki Khushbo Se   Usko ehsaas ki khushbo se reiha kerna tha Phool ko shaakh se khilte hi judda kerna tha Pooch baarish se wo hanste huey roti kyon hai Shaam-e-gulshan ko nasha-baar zara kerna tha Talkkh lamhaat nahein dete kabhi pyason ko Aasra dey ke hamein kuch tau bhala kerna tha Chaand poora tha usey taktee rahi mein shab bhar Apni yaadon ka mujhe zakhm harra kerna tha Donon simton ko hi murrna tha mukhalif janib Saath apna hamein sheiron mein likha kerna tha karb se aayi hai naina mein ye neelahat bhi Zabt-e-gham ka mujhe kuch farz adda kerna tha   2006-12-22 14:03:11 GMT
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