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Kya hi hai



Zindagi mili hai jeene ke lie
Usmien harr dafa marne mien kya hi hai
Khushiya itni hai muskuraane ko 
Ki usmien thode se gham kya hi hai
Apni kahaani sunane ki himmat ho jigar mien
Toh darr kya hi hai
Chale ja rahe ageh ummeed se kuch behtar paane ki
Toh thodi ruqaawatien kya hi hai

Hum sab mien kuch farmaishien, kuch khwaab hai 
jinko pura karne ke lie saansien lie ja rahe hai
Par intezaar ki itni aadat ho gayi hai ki
har lamha zehn mien samah jata hai

Maanne ko jee nahi chahta
Par kisi ki maujudagi se khair rahe
Toh khud mien muqammal hone mien kya hi hai


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