Wo pheli mulakaat par gulabo ka ek guldasta laae the,
Hum mogre ke gajre dundh rhe the ....
Wo hum me kuch khwaab banke aae the ,
Hum unhe apni bahon m dundh rhe the ....
Wo kaan ke bunde jhumke samjh kar laae the ,
Hum usme bhi unka ishq dhundh rhe the ....
Wo us ek mulakaat par likha ek khat laae the ,
Hum ab har lamhe unhe dhundh rhe the ....
Wo apne saath khaane ke lie kuch meetha laae the ,
Hume unke hotho se bhi kuch meetha dhundh rhe the ....
Wo humare lie kaavishey apne saath laae the ,
Hum unhe apni taabiro Mai dhundh rhe the ....
Wo humare lie Noor-i - hisaar sa leke aae the,
Hum unme apna sultaan sa dhundh rhe the....
Wo phele milte tawaaifo se the ,
Wo shyd hum me bhi tawaaife dhundh rhe the....
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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...
