Mai mohabbat ke shahar se aaya hu...
apne saath dard bhare safar ka tajorba laya
hu...
yaha pe log rahte hai masoom c shaklo
wale...
magar ye andar se hote hai shatir aklo
wale...
ye pahle aankhe ladate hai fir dil me utar
jate hai...
dil ko apna bnate hai jee bhar jata hai jab
tab ise tod jate hai...
jab tum ilzam lagaoge tab ye aansu
bhayenge...
dekar wasta tumhe apni adhuri mohabbat
ka ye tumse dur chle jayenge...
fir tum roz tadfoge inko yaad kar kar k...
na tumhe mout aayegi jeena padega mar
mar k...
ye mohabbat ke shahr ka dastoot bataya
hai...
ke kaise iss shahar ne mujhko apna bana ke
thukraya hai...
mai umeed karta hu ke tajurbaa mera aapke
kaam aayega...
mere hashar ke baad aab nhi lagta ke...
koi aur mere jaisa mohabbat ke shahar ke
safar pe jayega.....*GS*
humne chalte hue unse poocha ki ek pal mai jan kaise niklti hai aur usne ek pal mai mera hath chor diya
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