Wo khali ankhon ki ek roshni bhi ban jaenge hum ,
Wo khali kitaab ka ek rang bhi ban jaenge hum ,
Wo andheri raat ka ek mehtaab bhi ban jaenge hum ,
Wo subh ki pheli ek kiran bhi ban jaenge hum ,
Wo tut te sapno ki ek nayi umeed bhi ban jaenge hum ,
Wo lagi us chot ka ek marham bhi ban jaenge hum ,
Wo muraad ka ek jasba bhi ban jaenge hum ,
Wo jhuki ankhon ka ek karan bhi ban jaenge hum ,
Wo aasman ki ek inayat bhi ban jaenge hum ,
Wo Madira ka ek suroor bhi ban jaenge hum ,
Wo tut te taron ki ek tammana bhi ban jaenge hum ,
Wo mohabbat ka ek guroor bhi ban jaenge hum ,
Shayad ek din us bajirao ki mastani bhi ban jaenge hum ....
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Bus Wo Shaks (hinglish)
Poetryek kitaab.... kuch kitabein padhne ke baad bhi man sa nhi bharta , kuch yadein jee kar bhi man sa nhi bharta , kuch batein likh kar bhi man sa nhi bharta , kuch vaadein kar ke bhi man sa nhi bharta .... kuch meri likhi mai shayad man sa bhar aae~ le...
