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Thu ut ke gayi ........


Waqt bada beman he, zaalim zaamane ki ye gulam he
Kaise kaate ye pal batha, tere ilawa jab har koi anjaan he,
Chumban ki wo gharmahat abhi hoton pe he,

Haathon ki wo narmi, muje bahut sathathi he,
Iss baar na jao sanam, akelapan seh na paounga me,
Akhiri baar ut ke gayi thi, aur aahat abhi bhi meri dhadkano me he..

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Abhi tu ut ke gayi he, phir bhi teri yaad satha rahi he,
Yahi paas baithi thi tu, teri mehak yun tadapaa rahi he,
Chumban ki wo gharmahat abhi hoton pe he,
Haathon ki wo narmi, muje yaad dila rahi he,
Dil ki ye pyaas ab ruh tak pahunchgayi he,
Kaise bhujao ise, ye tho muje andar se jhala rahi he.....

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