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The most tortured of soul's
Art the most beautiful....
Tum hi to **
Jo har roj meri sapno mein aati **,
Baith us pyare chand ke paas
jo Pyar ka geet sunati **,
Muskurate huye dekh tum
mujhe jo etna bebas  kar jati **,
Jab main tumhe pane ki koshish karta hoon,
Najane kyon tum mujhe chhod us ghane badalo me chhup jati **,
Us ghane badalo me chhup jati **,

mera dil bhi rota hai
meri aankhen bhi roti hai
jab tum en suni nazaron se ojhal ** jati **,
** jata *** mai ek ansuni paheli,
Jab tum mujhe yu mitthe dard dekar jati **,


Kash! main bhi es sitara hota,
Najdik se dekhne ka bhi haq hamara hota,
jab ** jati andheri raat
tere saath ka wo pal bhi hamara hota,
Kyon tum sirf kuchh palo ke lia hi aati **,
baith us pyare chand ke paas jo pyar ka geet sunati **...
...
.
This is not a value of all the guests
who come for two days
At the end of all their hair grew gray
day after tomorrow nobody remember their words

Yellow, red rose of day
Even when it has become fade,
However, when the bursting of the land after rains
Still to stand a dry old tree as the witness of time

Then any other reason If ever come back the spring
The forgotten days song if ever robin reminds you
And all meaningless, the faces skin has felt fold
In front of eye tall wall has touched the sky

Yet  there is a gray afternoon
if you see a red glow in the sky black clouds
Silly, the frivolous legs once try to
Then after all events, remains only a long dark endless night-
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@Musfiq us shaleheen
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