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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. | |||||
Roshni se -روشنی سے شبیں چراتی ہوں   Roshni se shabein curaati hon Roz dukh ke diye bujhatee hon Chaand chahat ke likhti rehti hon Khwahishein lafz se banatee hon Paoon dharti se kheinch leti hon Taarey aakash se bulati hon Ishq hai shikwa-sanj waisey bhi Mein kahan tumko aazmati hon Paaglon ki tarah nein rotee Khul ke aansoo magar bahati hon Baat reh jatee hai adhoree si Us ke lehjey mein doob jatee hon Dheere dheere utartee hain yaadein Dheere dheere makaan sajatee hon Gehree gehree si kaali aankhon mein Ujley sapnon ko mein chupatee hon Jaagney wale chaand ko naina Door se loriyaan sunatee hon    2007-02-08 18:02:34 GMT
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