dard ke phool bhi khilte hain bikhar jaate hain
zakhm kaise bhi ho, kuch roz mein bhar jaate hain
uss dareeche mein bhi ab koi nahi aur ham bhi
sar jhukaye huye chup-chaap guzar jaate hain
rasta roke khadi hai yahi uljhan kab se
koi puchhe toh kahe kya ki kidhar jaate hain
narm awaz bhali baatein mohazzab lehje
pehli barish mein hi ye rang utar jaate hain
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