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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. | |||||
Usey soch ker  Usey soch ker khoob roya karon gi Judaee pe ab mein bharoosa karon gi Na ab dil ki chowkhat pe utrey ga koi Mein dast-e-saba ko marorra karon gi Khizaan ke zamane ko rahat samajh ker Baharon se dil mein na chota karon gi Achooti saza aazmaon gi khud per Mein aap apna dil rezah rezah karon gi Achanak kisi roz wo aa bhi jaaye Tau mein jashn-e-furqat manaya karon gi Jala ker diye apni palkon pe dheroon Udaasi ko apni chupaya karon gi Bas ik aakhri apni khwahish bata ker Kounwein ke hawale ye sikka karon gi Purani haweli se har roz naina Mein aaseib saarey nikala karon gi 
2007-01-23 10:27:24 GMT
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