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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. | |||||
Raat Jo Aankhon Mein Chubha Kerti hai  Wo tau resham sa koi khwab tha Bunn rakha tha in aankhon ne Roshni se tau bohut saaf nazar aata hai Jhilmilati hui baaton se gundha har manzar Un sitaron mein tere aks ko rakh jata hai Lekin aisa hai ke jab lamha judai ka gira Khwab-dar-khwab mittey saare sitaron se naqoosh Surkh pholon ne tau chaha ke lahoo dein apna Saans, chalne ke liye jism ki khwahish oorhey Saanp tha dass ke lakeer apni magar chorr gaya Ab hai ik chaand jo bas dor nazar aata hai Aur hai RAAT, Jo aankhon mein chubbha kerti hai....! N@ina 2006-12-26 03:35:40 GMT
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