Nafrat hai mujhe us pyar se jo sirf **** se hote hai,
Rang-roop nazane kitne kism se hote hai,
Kahte hai log ki pyar tou hamesha adhura hota hai,
Saccha pyar karke dekho jarur pura hota hai,
Pyar me koi khwaish nahi hoti hai,
Na koi sikayat, na koi farmaish hoti hai,
Ye dhai akshar nahi shabdo ka bhandaar hai,
Jo aapko jina sikha de wahi saccha pyaar hai,
Kuchh tute-fute shabdo se aaj humne sacche pyar ko sazaya hai,
Badi muskil se dil ko phir se pyar karne ke liye manaya hai,.
Aankhen nam ** jati hai dusaro ka dard sunkar,
Ro lete hai hum bhi ji'h bhar ke es duniya se chhupkar,
Es duniya se chhupkar.......
Oct 13, 2017
Oct 13, 2017 at 8:31 AM UTC
Nafrat hai mujhe us pyar se jo sirf **** se hote hai,
Rang-roop nazane kitne kism se hote hai,
Kahte hai log ki pyar tou hamesha adhura hota hai,
Saccha pyar karke dekho jarur pura hota hai,
Pyar me koi khwaish nahi hoti hai,
Na koi sikayat, na koi farmaish hoti hai,
Ye dhai akshar nahi shabdo ka bhandaar hai,
Jo aapko jina sikha de wahi saccha pyaar hai,
Kuchh tute-fute shabdo se aaj humne sacche pyar ko sazaya hai,
Badi muskil se dil ko phir se pyar karne ke liye manaya hai,.
Aankhen nam ** jati hai dusaro ka dard sunkar,
Ro lete hai hum bhi ji'h bhar ke es duniya se chhupkar,
Es duniya se chhupkar.......
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