loving poetry

Tuesday 12 June 2012

Uski pasnd uski khwahish me khudko bhul jata hai,

Akele main uska nam likh likh kar muskurata hai,

Baat karne se pehle sochta hai kya kehna hai,

Bat hone k bad phir kuch kehna reh jata hai,

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