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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. | |||||
Hawa se raakh mein  Hawa se raakh mein sulgi umang urrti hai Khayaal mein koi rangeen patang urrti hai Paron ko khol chuke hain judaee ke lamhe Phir eik titli ki khwahish ke dang urrti hai Bachaon phool ke chehre ko teiz nazron se Ke dhoop saath liye shokkh rang urrti hai Sajaey dheir shagufta shagufta baton ke Kabhi kabhi koi dil mein umang urrti hai Ajab rawaeya hai naina teri sadaon ka Ke taan jaisey sar-e-taar-e-chang urrti hai 2007-01-16 19:06:22 GMT
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