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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. | |||||
Roz dekha hai-روز دیکھا ہے    Roz dekha hai shafaq se wo pighalta sona Roz socha hai ke tum merey ho merey ho naa Kaan mein meiney pehen lee hai tumharee aawaz Ab merey waastey bekaar hain chaandi sona Meri khamoshi ko chupke se saja do aa ker Ik ghazal tum bhi mere naam kabhi likho naa Rooh mein geet utter jatey hain jaise khushbo Gun-gunatee si koi shaam mujhey bhejo naa Phir se aankhon mein koi rang saja ley naina Kab se khwabon ko yahan bhool gaee thi bona   2007-02-08 18:03:36 GMT
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