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Yakeen

Ajeeb hai dard-e-dil ki taseer goya,
Dard mein jeena hi ise raas aaya,
Badhne de Firaaq ki ghadiyaan kuch aur pal,
Syaah-e-sab mein hi ise mehtaab nazar aaya.

Kahe the wo ki humsafar honge,
Kahe the wo ki ba-wafa honge,
Khoobsoorti itni ki dil-e-nadaan ko,
Unki har baat par yakeen aaya.

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Nitin Sinha said…
Wireless: Thanks for visiting.

Smilez: Kisne kaha tumhe shayri nahi aati :P

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