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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. | |||||
Shaam-شام کی گنگناہٹوں میں گم۔
  Shaam ki gun-gunahaton mein gum Hon ajab san-sanahaton mein gum Dil kisi dard se bhar aaya hai Tha teri muskurahaton mein gum Beetey lamhon ka bojh dho dho ker Ho gaee hon thakawaton mein gum Chehrey tau roshni se bantey hain Aaeene hain banawaton mein gum Meri paazeb raqs mein zakhmee Bazm hai jhan-jhanahaton mein gum Hon abhi tere dil ke jungle mein Gul rutoon ki tarawaton mein gum Hont tak baat laa ke naina mein Kyon hui hich-kichahaton mein gum     شام کی گنگناہٹوں میں گم۔ 2007-02-08 18:06:12 GMT
Comments (2 total)
Author:shaziazafar2003
platt kr phir kbhi is ny pokara hi naih
2007-03-11 22:06:27 GMT
wo jis ki yaad se dil ko kinara hi naih mohabbat khail asaa to naih k hum lout jayan k is main jeet bhi hogi, hasara hi naih kbhi wo joganoon ko mothi main qaid karna magr ab to humeen yeh sab gawara hi naih ab is k khaal-e-khad ka ziker kiya karty kise se k hum pr aj tak wo ashakar hi naih yeh khawish the k kuch door tak sath chaltay sitaron ka magr koi ishra hi naih bohat se zakham khayan dil ny akhier tahh kiya hai tumhary shaharr main appna guzara hi naih ... |
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