Humari khataah kya hai?

Humari sharaarat zara kijiye ga maaf,

magar churake kahun chand lafzon mien saaf saaf...

toh samjho nahi ye koi khayal naya,

ki unhone jaise hasske dekha humara dill unka ghulaam ban gaya..

Samjhao toh hume humari ghustaakhi kya. hai,

vo sikha gaye ki tadpaane ki adaa kya hai...

tair-e-bismil toh hum qaraar hue hai,

toh isme tere roothne ki vajah kya hai?

Gam-e-hayaat se hume parwah nahi,

iss paagalpan ki taa'zir milegi toh bass yahin..

Humare lehje mien musalsal uska ziqr bayaan hua karta hai,

unse dur kare hume khuda bhi uss gunaah se darrta hai...

Bayaan karu unhe qaid jo khayal rakhe hai,

unki nawaazish ke saamne meri zabaan chale itni meri jurrat kahan hai?

Dur se hi unpe hum aise fanaa hue hai,

asiir ho gaye unke pyaar mien toh isme humari khataah kya hai?

Until next time,
Love always, always
S

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