From my crying pen #2...
Har ibaadat me shaamil,
Tu is tarah hua hai, k
Rab se saansen mangti hun,
To bas tere sang
Jeene k liye...
Har Khwaab me haasil,
Tu is tarah hua hai, k
Shab ka intezaar karti hun,
To bas ek or baar
Tujhe paane k liye...
Meri kashti ka saahil,
Tu is tarah hua haa, k
Lahron se lad jaati hun,
To bas tujhme
Simat jaane k liye...
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