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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. | |||||
Koi bhi na deewar par se pukarey-کوئی بھی نہ دیوار پر سے پکارے  Koi bhi na deewar per se pukarey Magar zehan yaadon ke upley utaarey Mein palkein bichatee rahon gi hawa per Mujhey hain mohabbat ke aadab piyarey Qabeeley ke khanjer bhi latkey huey hain Kharee hain jahan larrkiyaan dil ko haarey Palat ker sadaa koi aati nahein jab Mera dil kisi ko kahan tak pukaarey Banaya hai tnkon se ik aashiyaana Kharree hon abhi tak usi ke saharey Kasak mein hai naina bala-khez sozish Dehektey hain seeney ke undar shararey 2007-02-08 18:01:07 GMT
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