Yahan Apni Apni Bari Per
Sab Hanste Hain
Sab Rote Hain
Dil To Sab Ka Hota hai
Aur Dukh B Sab Ke Hote Hain
Kuch Ashk Dilon Per Girte Hain
Kuch Mitii Mien Mil Jate Hain
Kuch LAfz Aada Ho Jate Hain
Kuch Honton Mein Sil Jate Hain
Mana K Adhure Rehte Hain
Per Khuwab To Sab Ke Hote Hain
Labels: Poetry
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